My name is Phyllo, just like the delicate dough used to make baklava and other tasty treats. I guess the name fits, because my flaxen fur resembles a partially baked pastry. Or maybe it’s because the nice people at Muttville Senior Dog Rescue thought my personality had a lot of layers. According to a DNA test, I do have quite a few “ingredients” in my mix. While I’m over 50 percent Chihuahua, I’m also part Maltese, cocker spaniel, poodle and Pomeranian. Mostly, though, I’m just a friendly mutt with simple tastes. I started out as Lynn and John’s foster dog while recovering from dental surgery, but they soon fell for my gentle nature and decided to make me a permanent part of the family. I love being part of the pack of older dogs at their nice, stair-free home in Redwood City (I have some mobility issues), and I’m happiest when cuddling on the sofa or patrolling the kitchen for delicious crumbs. Because I’m small, I have a reputation for getting underfoot while food is being prepared, but I see it as providing a valuable service. You never know when someone might spill something that needs cleaning up!
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