King Charles II, Queen Victoria, Bradley. Moira, Dash, Lemon Lime. What else is there to say? So much. ♪ [music] ♪ The ignominy of our pedigree is unbearable. Centuries ago, back when we were plain old toy spaniels in England, there was a flea problem. To keep them off our aristocrat owners, we were bred
– [Pug] Oh, hi. Hi, there. How long have you been there? Are we supposed to do this today? My memory is not great. Well, hello, friends. So most other breeds were probably bragging like they’re 200 years older or something, right? Let me flip back a little bit, more, and more. How about this?
♪ [music] ♪ – [Woman] I had always wanted a dog. I had joked that my first dog would be a Basset Hound named Zeppelin. So when I saw a puppy actually named Zeppelin up for adoption, I took it as a sign. He wasn’t a Basset Hound but a black Lab mix, a real
You know every blue-blooded family worth a damn has got skeletons in the closet. Mine’s no different. Imagine finding out your great, great uncle, Brutus, made his living as a bull baiter. To be fair, we were all bull baiters back then. Bred to be plopped in a pit with a live bull. We tried