My parents got a 3 lbs dog This is not good news→[More:] but it's cute, right?
I'd call it a poodle shitz but there's got to be a better name for that.
He's named Karl, for Lagerfeld, & my mother refused to let me photograph his underbelly because "it's private," shutting his legs together even though his penis is almost in the middle of his belly.
He is tiny and sweet and resembles an escaped hair piece that trembles and urinates with joy and fear. His namesake would be so very offended, but he's a kitten napper who lives off Diet Coke and faded innocence.

Let's enjoy dear Karl until his untimely demise, from an "accident" or type II diabetes.