Wally is a Maltipoo (Maltese- Poodle) mix with an attitude that clearly outweighs him. We got Wally when I was a junior in high school. His breed in general lives from 4-5 years, but he'll be 8 in just a few weeks. He's crazy spoiled and was the runt of his litter. He was also the only one that was ever born to the parents that had multi-colored fur (white, cream, tan, brown, gray, & black) and a straight-haired maltese torso with a "curly diaper" backside, stemming from his poodle dad. Wally is a survivor of what we were told was parvo, and lived off of spoon-fed peanut butter mixed with chicken for 2 weeks due to being too weak to eat on his own. When I'm at college, he tries his darndest to break into my room and snag whatever stuffed animals I have on my bed and hides under the bed so no one can get him if he gets caught. Wally is extremely sassy and back talks quite a bit, including him either huffing or putting his paws up and throwing himself on the floor if he doesn't get his way. He's my parent's third child and my proclaimed fur sibling, and we wouldn't trade his hatefulness for the world.