We have a three and a half pound Maltese, and the whole planet should rejoice that he’s not 90 pounds and four times larger in size: I’d let him outside to potty and he come back later on carrying human body parts and automobile tires in his mouth, probably.
Utterly fearless beast with a strict sense of guard dog duty and an enormous ‘little guy’ chip on his shoulder. Flies into combat at the drop of a hat.
Awww. Here's mine, though he's 5 pounds. He's not particularly a tough guy, though he fears almost nothing.