My Baby love

Meet my new baby - Bela.
And if one more person asks "who's Bela Lugosi?" I will cry. Apparently it's correctly pronounced Bay-la (I have this on good authority from the crazy Hungarian mortuary manager at work), but we are sticking with the western version. This of course, means everybody thinks his name is Bella and that he is a girl. We figure once he's a fully grown 85kg fuck off satanic looking rotty he will not be mistaken for a female. His Dad is very scary looking, we're hoping Bela takes after him. So we now own the two most dangerous breeds of dogs.
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Although Rose is a Staffy, it's a fine line and most people consider Staffys "pit bulls" anyway. So our member of the most dangerous breed in the world currently has chunks of skin missing from her face as the puppy latches onto her cheeks and hangs there, running after her. She won't tell him off. We explain to her that she should be tough and not let him hurt her, but she just looks at us with a pained expression as Bela launches himself and lands on her head.
As with all small animals and children, he has perfected the look of "me?? Never!!" Last night the two of them were snuggled in the lounge room asleep. We have been locking them in the laundry (dog door to outside) to save the carpet from puddles and our stuff from destruction. But last night they looked so cute and had been so good I decided to let them stay in the lounge. I turned off the lights and left the room. 4 seconds later there was a puddle in the hallway and Bela was racing around with my slipper in his mouth.
He's not quite the toy poodle the girl wanted, but he's soft and floppy and has ridiculous paws. We love him.