Hugo is almost 2 years old now and he is a handful. He has a strange personality.
He is stubborn and independent, but oddly timid.
He weighs 102 pounds and loves to eat garbage pizza and drink latte.
He sleeps in the bed with me but is otherwise not very cuddly.
He learned (on his own) how to herd the donkeys up to the barn to eat.
He also learned (on his own) how to open the screw top off plastic 20 ounce coke bottles.
He can jump and twist like a ballerina.
He is friendly with cats but not bicycles or motorcycles.
He is accustomed to being in charge and not having to obey anybody.
He is good at getting free food because he is still very handsome.
He used to eat flowers when he was a baby, but he just eats the leaves now.
He hates to walk in the rain so he just flat refuses.
He hates to walk in the blazing sun so, again, he just flat refuses.
Sometimes he refuses to leave the house.
Sometimes he goes on hunger strikes.
Sometimes he eats things that hang up in his intestines and I have to perform doody assists (but I won't talk about that too much).
He loves his brother Beauregard.
And he's my best friend.
