AKA: Churito Burrito, The Buddy, El Comandante, The Burrito, and Che. He tries to make you think he is a big bad watchdog, but really he's afraid of everything. He flew all the way from Seattle to Berlin, spending the night in New Jersey on the way.
When he was one and half we found him on death row in Arizona and there was no way we were leaving without him. He wouldn't come out from under the couch when he came home for a whole day, but I finally coaxed him to his food bowl. He like spicy food, bananas, snuggling in lots of blankets and speaks fluent spanish. He was abused before we found him, and doesn't trust people until he has met them 4 or 5 times...but once he knows you he likes to sit on your lap and give you hugs around your neck.
I think he is the best dog in the world.