You see, adorable, precious, incapable of hurting anything Bowie was almost put to death. My sister salvaged the live softie a few days before and has had him for about two years now. Bowie lived his whole life in the cage of a puppy mill and was discarded because of his two-tone eyes (hence the name).
Anyhow, seeing Napoleon and Bowie together is just hilarious. We were walking around the neighborhood and Napoleon barked at a kid on a bike while the kid was like "Look at that cute dog!" I explained that Napoleon is scared of things on wheels and the kid said not that dog, the other one.
Another funny observation: Napoleon pulls on his leash, exploring and sniffing and barking and examining. Bowie is perpetually surprised it's there and gets all tangled up, then just sits and bites it. He doesn't really need a leash - he's too scared of life.
Bowie also doesn't really play with his toys. He takes them from place to place. Napoleon takes it as his mission in life to destroy dollar-store toys within 10 seconds of them entering his line of sight.
Bowie also can't get onto the furniture, so Napoleon jumps up onto the couch to taunt him. It's funny how mean they are to each other. In the middle of the night I was awoken by Napoleon prancing on my bed, because Bowie was sitting below desperately trying to get up.
|"This is how we destroy stuff"|
|"How did I get here?"|
All in all, two dogs are no more work than one. They both go out at the same time, they sleep all.the.time. and eat the same food. I would perhaps consider acquiring another furface, but dog sitting is plenty for me for now. Napoleon is an only dog kind of puppy, I fear.