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He’s only 4 1/2 pounds…..

…..but he’s savage…..

He wears a little nylon-mesh harness 24/7…..

…..because he’s tiny…..and sneaky…..and he uses his tiny-ness to his advantage to fly under the radar…..

…..and run away from my younger daughter…..

…..his only job is to be her companion & lapdog…..(tough life)…..

…..Pascal…..I don’t know if you remember…..but my daughter is visually impaired…..(red-tipped/white cane and all)

…..so Danny doesn’t have to be that skilled to successfully run and hide from her…..

…..skeevy  little @#$%^&^%$#@!…..

Hence…..the harness…..

…..and the leash…..

My daughter slips the loop of his leash under the leg of a wooden stool in the den…..

…..(to know where he is when he’s not on her lap)…..

…..and he pulls that stool all around like he’s in the Iditarod…..

~~~IDITAROD~~~

Otherwise…..(when left to his own devices)…..

…..he runs away…..

…..and attacks the cats…..

…..and torments the hounds…..

…..and leaves thimble-sized pee-puddles …..EVERYWHERE!…..

…..(and we won’t talk about the teeny Tootsie Rolls)…..

…..(well…..the thimbles are better than high tide in the retention ponds left by the Irish Wolfhounds)…..

So because of his laissez-faire attitude about being house-trained…..

…..he wears his harness and leash all the time…..

Plus…..he’s learned to throw himself into that little harness like a draft horse into a work collar…..

…..and with his tiny ounces…..he pulls that wooden stool everywhere…..

~~~Iditarod—–A History~~~

He constantly tries chasing down the cats…..while “mushing” across the room…..

He might be little…..

…..but…..

…..in his tiny/fluffy mind…..he’s a mighty husky-in-harness…..

…..taking on the legendary Iditarod…..