Out of all his brothers and sisters, Otto was easily the most timid, shaking like a leaf whenever we reached out to touch him.
"He needs some spark," he said.
We had no idea what we were in for when we took Otto home... puppies, however adorable, are really vicious little monsters, hell-bent on destruction.
Otto, "the peeing machine", cried all night, pooped everywhere, chewed up the flat and terrorised our ankles with his razor sharp puppy teeth. Running through the house daily, with Otto chomping at my heels, became a daily event.
While he was now sleeping through the night, peeing and pooping only where he should, and no longer nipping our ankles, destroying our apartment was still high on Otto's agenda.
They are now the best of friends as well as brothers.