I mean, his legs are so short! He seems so tiny and well, frankly sort of fragile in a way.
However. I learned different on yesterday's morning walk.
Here is Charlie in the Merry Meadow. The world looks rather huge doesn't it?
Charlie's view...
The meadow's grasses and weeds are a tangled mess now that it isn't pastured any more. I followed some old beaten down trails through the weeds.
I was playing hide 'n go seek with Charlie.
He'd get distracted and I'd move forward and squat down. I'd whistle for him and call and then wait.
Pretty soon I could hear his little bell and he'd come charging through the weeds, leaping and dodging. When a weed knocked him over, he'd roll and get back up and charge again.
Charlie is no wuss. His short legs are powerful. He can make some incredible jumps for his size.
He is impressive to say the least.
Charlie doesn't seem to have that Little Dog attitude. He just is.
And that is good enough for us.