"Small but Mighty"
Four pounds of attitude wrapped in a fur coat with ears. Eugene wasn't just a dog, he was a legend.
Eugene was 12 years of sass and sweetness packed into a tiny, adorable package. He firmly believed he was a 100-pound guard dog trapped in a chihuahua's body, and no one could convince him otherwise.
Eugene rocking his 'casual Friday' look
Blanket burrito mode: activated
Eugene judging your life choices
Eugene tolerating human affection
Eugene's 'I'm not a model, but I could be' pose
Eugene allowing the human to take a selfie
Eugene supervising meal prep: 'You're doing it wrong'
The eyes that see into your soul (and judge accordingly)
Holiday Eugene: Festive but still judging your decorations
Eugene's personality was too big to be captured in still images alone. Here he is, showing off his signature moves.
Eugene showing off his intimidation tactics
Eugene made his grand entrance into the family. At just a few ounces, he already had the attitude of a Doberman.
Eugene discovered his love for car rides, as long as he got the window seat. His travel pillow was non-negotiable.
Eugene executed a perfect prison break by figuring out how to open the back gate. He was found sunbathing in the yard, completely unbothered.
Eugene's sweater collection began to rival most human wardrobes. He refused to go outside without proper attire.
Eugene was unanimously elected Head of Neighborhood Security. His resume included barking at leaves, squirrels, and the occasional cloud.
Eugene perfected the art of the blanket burrito, requiring at least three blankets at all times for optimal comfort.
Eugene took home security very seriously. Squirrels, mail carriers, and leaves blowing in the wind all received the same high-decibel warning. His bark-to-body-size ratio was truly impressive.
Eugene rocked his sweater collection with the confidence of a runway model. He knew the red ones made his eyes pop, and he wasn't afraid to work it. Doggy Vogue missed out on their best cover model.
Eugene could burrow under a blanket faster than you could say 'where's the dog?' His ability to create the perfect nest was unmatched. Sometimes all you could see was a tiny snout poking out for air.
"I may be small, but my attitude is XL. Deal with it."
"That delivery guy? Yeah, I scared him off. You're welcome."
"I'm not shaking because I'm cold. I'm shaking because I'm so full of rage."
"Yes, I need all these sweaters. It's called fashion, look it up."
Got a funny Eugene memory? We'd love to hear it!