Since Esme has filled out since we brought her home, Puck (the middle dog) has regained his position as the smallest dog in the house, but make no mistake:
Yeah, little and smart. Think Miles Vorkosigan. Think, Krosp from GIRL GENIUS. Think Dr. Miguelito Loveless from THE WILD, WILD, WEST. There is no doubt as to who is in charge when we're not around and, um, sometimes when we are. Sometimes he is too smart for his own good. Twice I've looked out to find him on the outside of the fenced in yard trying to figure out how to get back in (Good thing both times happened on the weekend so I could joyfully spend the day dogproofing the yard).
Puck is the one dog whose lineage we're sure of. His mom was a Corgi that was supposed to get fixed and his dad was a Pomeranian* who got lucky before that operation could take place. Thus, he is a Porgi. We call he and Esme the Frankencorgis.
His hobbies include looking regal, being picky about his food, and reminding Argus and especially Esme who da boss is.
*Pomerania, by the way is a small region on the coast of the Baltic sea that overlaps the countries of Germany and Austria. Their chief export is small furry dogs.