Well, hello there, humans of the internet! I'm Kira, but you can call me Mini because, well, I'm small. Like, really small. Weighing in at just over 20 pounds, I'm the pint-sized pup you never knew you needed in your life. Now, I know what you're thinking - "What kind of dog is she?" Well, let me tell you, you can't slap a label on this pup. I'm a one-of-a-kind canine companion, a true original. But if you absolutely insist on categorizing me, maybe "exotic bully" fits the bill.
At the ripe age of three, I'm past the chewing-on-everything phase but still young and sassy enough to be your adventure buddy. I adore walks, car rides, cozy movie nights on the couch, and, of course, playtime galore. Why adopt me, you ask? Well, besides being drop-dead gorgeous (obviously), I'm sweet as can be. I'll shower you with love and affection, and my mini tail will wag like there's no tomorrow every time you walk into the room.
But wait, there's more! I'm not just a pretty face - I'm a certified entertainer. Give me a ball or a toy, and prepare to be amazed by my epic jumps and hilariously clumsy moves. I've got manners too! I can sit, stay, shake, and even leave it (most of the time, anyway). Plus, I'm a pro on the leash, making me the paw-fect walking companion.
Now, before you start filling out those adoption papers, there are a few things you should know. I'm not your average pup, and I'm not looking for just any old family. Nope, I need a crew as unique as I am. That means no other pets allowed, sorry fur-siblings! And as much as I love tiny humans, I'm better suited to a household with adults only - no plans for mini-humans in the future, please!
Why the strict requirements? Here's the deal: I need a family that's all about me, and only me. No furry competitors, no tiny humans – just yours truly ruling the roost. Why, you ask? Well, let me tell you, I've got a bit of an obsession. Balls, noisy toys, you name it – I'm all over 'em like a kid in a candy store. And when I get excited, oh boy, it's like I've chugged a gallon of energy drink. My tongue goes into hyperdrive, my eyes bulge out like I've just seen a ghost, and I transform into a bull on a rampage. Yep, you heard that right. I'm basically a walking, talking tornado of excitement. So if you've got other pets or rugrats running around, it's a recipe for chaos.
Lastly in my list of needs, is an understanding family. I have a bit of a... let's call it an "excitement-induced potty problem." Sometimes, when life gets a little too thrilling, I might... uh, have a little accident. But hey, who hasn't peed themselves laughing, am I right?
But fear not, dear humans! If you're a child-free, pet-free household looking for a pint-sized whirlwind of fun (and occasional pee mishaps – hey, it happens to the best of us), then I'm your gal.
