While searching my brother-in-law's lost pet, we found a HUGE Boxer-Mastiff mix sitting quietly in his kennel at the Ancrum SPCA. He had literally just become available for adoption, so we took him out for a while. He was a fireball! He ran around a bit, then bounced around like Tigger. Looking at his gorgeous markings, I saw the tiger cub I'd always dreamed of. I knew we were on mission, but the big brown eyes sucked me in. We put him on hold and we grabbed the daughter and Willow for a meet-and-greet.

5 minutes into the m&g hubby and daughter were swayed, while Willow and I were lost. We completed paperwork and stopped by our local Superpetz for supplies. I consider my Ozzy-bear an early birthday present and he has me wrapped around his paw.

He has a huge head, mouth and appetite. Like his adopted sister Willow, he has a tendency to eat toys and anything else he can get. I've caught him with magazines, pencils, newspapers, shoes and even hubby's cell phone (that did not go over well). He's a little over a year old, so training is, well, somewhat difficult. He is smart, but can be awfully dumb at the same time. It’s a trying experience, but I love that psycho mutt.