Sometimes even the best intentions lead to troubles, and that’s how I ended up living with many other small dogs, all in need of new homes. Five of us came here and among that group, I appeared to be in charge. (Some might call me an alpha dog, but that can mean different things, so let’s just say I was appropriately named Sarge.) Of our group, I’m the last to be adopted (could say we saved the best for last, but I loved my brothers and sisters, so I won’t say that), and I am more than ready for my carefree, comfy home. As a young adult, I could be your active little Chihuahua (about 13 pounds) and try to charm you every day with my big personality. Will you give me that chance?