The title comes from a line delivered by the ever-funny Inspector Clouseau in a "Pink Panther" movie, and it always cracks me and my husband up.Although I can't exactly remember the scene, it refers to someone who had just gotten bit by a dog.
He says to Clouseau, "I thought you said your dog doesn't bite."
To which Clouseau, in his hysterical French accent replies: "He's not my dog." :-D
The canine depicted here is Max, and that's me holding him minutes after I met him on Christmas Eve. He immediately liked me and liked being held, it seemed. Isn't he a cute little one? He has noticeably long legs for a small dog.
I hope the photo is cropped well enough so that I retain my anonymity.
Max belongs to my sister-in-law Michele, who is - for you regular readers - little Adam Michael's grandmother. She had adopted him from a shelter a few weeks before Christmas, and ended up becoming a volunteer there soon after.
Max is an Affenpinscher, Michele tells me. According to Wikipedia, the Affenpinscher is originally from Germany and often nicknamed "Monkey Dog." Affen means monkey in German.
I don't have a dog, just a cuddly ball of fluffy fur we call "felinus obnoxious." His photos adorn my blog.
