Cuddling was all that he knew. Left for dead

Cuddling was all that he knew. Left for dead at 22 months, a frightened Tristan had found

a pack of wild French Bulldogs that had lived off the streets of Beverly Hills. They allowed the baby Tristan to be raised amongst them and learn their ways

and become a full member of the pack. Intimidating other dogs, stealing food from open-air vendors, and shamelessly rutting in dirty alleyways. It was pure heaven.

No "more Fetch my slippers", "Bad Dog", whining to go out & crappy dog food. Hotdogs & Hot Bitches? Yes thankyou. Being smart, he was soon alpha male of the pack

of wolves. He was born to be wild! He became the father of many puppies- a legend. Dogs told tall tales about him. They revered his name. He was bigger than Rin Tin and Lassie

and on par with the Littlest Hobo. He had sired wolf generations to come and defied his human slavers to revert to his inner nature. Other dogs followed suit to freedom, liberating

the next mascot for a chain of Truckstop Diner's. "The Littlest Hobo" would make appearances at parades and rodeos promoting the old home cooking. Secretly, he hated the food.

Secretly, the Littlest Hobo was vegan. Given his new job as the mascot for Truckstop Diners, however, he fake-grinned while he shoveled piles of greasy meatloaf & mashed taters

under the plate,in the napkin,in his pocket...oh!His new Hobo Boho Chic outfit ruined!Littlest Hobo felt dizzy and decided it was too much!"I quit"he said and everyone laughed...