He's not even (an estimated) 2 months old and has already convinced several families living in the building that he's cute enough to get food from them- the Rajarams mostly, I think.
Most dogs here are stray, but little Brownie seems to want to give up the street life for comfort and three square meals a day. Or more meals than that - we have evidence that another family nearby has named him "Jimmy" as well..
He's too young to know most simple commands still, but Christoph and I tried our darnedest to teach "sit" and to "not always bite," which is a particular problem with this guy:
He's got his shots, a chew-toy, recently a bath, and even a tipped-sideways cardboard box that he always sleeps in just outside the door, so he's well on his way to being one of those fancy "domestic" dogs.
He even respects the indoors past the doorway as forbidden, which is a big deal for a non-potty-trained dog, but you can tell he just wants to come in and curl up by your feet (this is as far as he comes when people are watching):
(or he wants to curl up and bite your feet.. we're working on it)
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