These are my boys, two rat terriers named Cooper and Ferrous (copper and iron... I'm a chemistry dork, ok). Coop is the large black one, by large I mean greater than 10 pounds. He's a genious and silently evil. My father and law once made him mad and Coop sneaked up to him while he was cooking and pissed on his leg, then took off running. Last night I burped in his face and he burped right back in mine. I puked from the smell. I have a ton of wild stories of this little dog. The little white one is Ferrous (AKA six and a half pounds of fury or Tripod). This little guy is retarded.... no really I promise. I think the vet's exact words were "poor doer." Thats PC for your dog is retarded. He alternates which legs he walks on because his brain cant seem to send the signal to all at once, hence the Tripod nickname. Sometimes he even walks around on just his front legs. I love him anyways and he never ceases to amuse me.