Ok, he can only leap over small pebbles in a single bound, and maybe only crush a piece of popcorn in a single bite, he's still my little Superdog. Approching his 8th birthday in September, he has more than doubled his weight of barely 2 pounds when he was two years old. At six weeks, this little Chihuahua-Yorkiemix would sleep unnoticed in my shirt pocket and looked like a little Chilibean, thus the name "Chili". Sometimes we call him "Chunky Monkey" because he is much wider than he used to be. Chili is very spoiled, as he should be. He will pose for me and tollerate the little accessories I put on him for photos. Chili has been my compainion, bedwarmer, and cuddle bug all these years even thru several moves and even a fire. No matter we had to go or where we were, as long as we were togather, he was happy. The unconditional love this little Super dog gives to me every day helps make me a better person and will last a lifetime. Born with a twisted in rear leg, a double set of teeth, hypoglycemia, and many other abnormalities, I never told him he was any lesser (of whatever he thinks he is), and he has never looked at me with any question or judgement. This is what makes Chili a "SUPERDOG" and that is why I am his loyal human companion.