His name is on account of his moustache and his mask. This is Zorro incarnate! This was at 10 weeks. He is now 5 months and about as big as a horse.
In the 47 seconds you've been forcing us to balance these milkbones on our nose, we've been discussing our present situation amongst ourselves, and we've come to a consensus: This is actually the worst trick you've ever forced us to learn. We both demand a written and verbal apology from you for this, along with a heaping stack of milkbones that require no nose-balancing.