So, my mother-in-law got this dog a while back. It half chihuahua and half something else, maybe Pomeranian. It's small, stinky, and definitely an ankle biter. And her name is Princess. But Elliott was in love with her. Yes, I say was because after a few weeks Debbie gave the dog back. Yay! It was so stinky and trapped in a room all day. What? I didn't have time to take care of a dog AND a kid AND be pregnant. Too hard, not my dog anyways. Elliott would rarely put her down. She'd carry her around like a baby, push her in her shopping cart, make Princess play musical instruments, make her dance, the list just goes on and on. Here's Elliott and her BFF.