He really dislikes the late evening nature calls I insist upon. If I'm up past his bedtime, he gets up, quietly walks up the stairs, and puts himself to bed. His favorite place in the world is my sister's house in New Hampshire. I see clearly that some family adopted him as an adorable dot dog pup, seeing only the cute puppy, and not the dog he would become. I'm sure that as he grew up in this family, he became less and less manageable.
Flag is very smart, very stubborn and very energetic.
I'm sure he learned quickly that his first family didn't know how to control him, so he ruled the roost. When he was about a year old, they reached the end of their patience. So they dumped him. Since I wasn't looking for a dog, it's ironic that I ended up with such an 'in your face' canine. Now, I can't remember what life was like without him.