When I got to my parents' house this afternoon, there was a tiny dog in the yard. Like TINY tiny. Pomeranian and probably Chihuahua, but it was even tinier than either of those really ought to be. So small and fluffy.
My dad had been leaving, and he said she had even invited herself into the house. We thought she belonged to the neighbors across the street, who are into small dogs, but they directed me to the house on the corner. Evidently, she keeps finding holes in the fence, and given her size, it wouldn't need to be a visible hole for it to fit.
I just have to say that while I want a dog big enough to keep up on long runs and tough hikes, and a dog that won't be a target for Bald Eagle attacks (a very real danger in my area,) and a dog I wouldn't crush to death with one bad step... this dog filled me with tiny dog want.