My dog's name is Tippy. He is a little white fox terrier. I can remember the first day we received him. He came in a black box and the only thing that was exposed was his head. We lifted him gently out of his box. The next thing was to try him on his feet. He could scarcely stand up. He was only a week and a half old. In about three days he could walk. Now we let him out. In a day or so he seemed to like it better out than in. One afternoon I took him out for a run and he ran away. I went to bed that night very sad. And in the morning I woke up and found him barking at the side door.