His Name is Clifford.
<p>My boyfriend’s Pomeranian mix barks loudly at noises throughout the day. Garbage trucks backing up, millennials on their Pelotons with the windows open, postmen who enter creaky gates to access hidden mailboxes, kids on skateboards, it could be anything. Rock-o has a bit of a Napoleon complex with his small stature only weighing 11 pounds, and he is fiercely protective and regularly annoyed by the neighbors in this Venice, California community. He’s about 12 years old, but his barks show no signs of slowing down. It’s polar opposite to his playful side which is more typical of this type of breed.</p>
<p>The sound is even more deafening when Clifford comes to the front gate.</p>
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