I'm in love with a much shorter guy.  He's all of about 7" tall and has a really furry chest.   I call him Shortstuff and Snookum's, but his name is really Trace.  And yes of course he's a dog--no, no, not a "dog" but a real dog. 

Qwaynt's Mystery Man aka Trace, aka Tracer, aka Traceface, aka Mr. Poops in His Crate (another story for another time) has blessed the house with his presence.  And yes, he makes his presence known, mostly by stuffing a toy, ball or bone into his mouth and arrooffing.  Arrooffing: meaning the only possible way to explain the sound that comes out when one small dog stuffs an impossibly large stuffed elephant into his mouth and lets out a bark the size of his Collie buddies.  Should I submit that one to Webster's?

Trace is a joy, he learned sit and down and walk on a leash in a snap.  The other day he picked up doing a tunnel and he will climb over anything.  We went to the park last night and he even tried to imitate the Collies and jump into this crate in the van.  Not the smartest move actually since he totally is too short and missed it by a mile.  It didn't bother him though, he tried again.  Watching Trace trying to keep up with Jam, Dora and Spice is amazing.  Those little legs can really move, although his tongue was definately hanging to the ground after 30 mins of non-stop action. 

I dug out Murphy's old tracking gear and when I get a few moments Trace and I are going to try and track the elusive HOT DOG.  Heaven knows his nose is on the ground enough that picking up a scent, any scent should be easy for him.  Plus, he is the only dog that Murph's gear will fit.   (As you can see I have found the link to the emoticons--watch out now!)

Thank you thank you to Jean for Trace--he might be the wrong color-but he is definately the right dog! 

Until next time...