You’ve seen it. Six pounds of fur, two feet of height, and a strut like she owns the block. The neighbors cross the street. The big dogs cross themselves. And you? You just hold the leash and pretend you’re not following her lead.
Small dogs have big reputations in the Mob. They’re the loudest in the room, the first to bark, and somehow — against all odds — the most respected. Maybe it’s the confidence. Maybe it’s the delusion. Either way, they run the household like a tiny CEO in fur heels.
That Pomeranian? Power player. That Chihuahua? Pure muscle, no apologies. And if you’ve got a Yorkshire Terrier? Don’t even try to take the front seat. She was born for the driver’s side.
These aren’t lapdogs. They’re legacy builders. Barking orders. Owning rooms. Sniffing out weakness and loyalty with the same nose.
So next time someone laughs at your dog’s size, just smile. They’re not ready for the truth. Because in this family, it’s not about size — it’s about presence. And your dog’s got it in spades.
— From the little ones who run the game,
