That's my son's boxer Jake. He is such a little s***. He loves to eat my girlfriend shoes and leave huge piles of s*** under my pool table. Animal control doesn't even pick him up when he runs away anymore. He's been to the pound over 100 times, broken four windows and the back door in my house and has done tens of thousands of dollars worth of miscellaneous damage. Now, for the most part, he just hangs out a few blocks down at a car dealership, either in the cars or with the owners. But somehow, magically (Kind of like the dog, he was named after from Adventure Time) he behaves when my son is here. When my son is gone, Jake makes the movie dogs Hooch and Marley look like angels. I still love him though.
