I am The White Blur - And I am a superhero. I am the fastest puppy that has ever been, ever. I save people every night of the week, well most nights, except when I'm tired and/or not in the mood. That's not to say I don't care, I'm just tired - super hero work takes it out of you. Not to mention time to groom, eat, play ball, bark at the dumb ol mailman, visit my pal Chili (he lives at the South Pole), did I mention eating...? Since I'm asked so often about why my feet smell like Fritos I would like to offer you this; after I rescue someone, usually, their family is so happy they want to do something nice for me. And since it's against the super hero code of ethics to except cash donations, people will leave out a bowl of Fritos for me. Even I'm not sure where this odd practice started, and to be honest with you I'm getting a wee bit tired of Fritos. But since these people are trying to do a nice thing I oblige by eating a few chips. With 5-10 rescues a night, thus 5-10 bowls of Fritos, can add girth to a young puppy on the go. So I try to limit myself to just a few chips per house hold. Flying is much more difficult as a chubsy ubsy, trust me! Did you know when I leave room you can faintly hear a "Whooshing" sound, it's true! I would like to take a moment and declare my undying love for Irby. Mmmmmmmmm Irby....... Now Jimmy on the other hand (stupid Jimmy). That Jimmy is always coming between me an Irby, why can't he just go away? Nobody likes him.