The rare Interdimensional Retriever.
The breeder told me that Cinder was a golden retriever. I think she was wrong. I'm pretty sure he's an Interdimensional Retriever.
First of all, I can't snap a photo of him that isn't blurred. That *could* be because he's in constant motion, but there's more evidence to consider.
He prefers to sleep one hour, then eat and play for two hours before falling asleep again. This cycle continues day or night, so he's obviously unfamiliar with the Earth's diurnal cycle.
He has an uncanny ability to hide toys. This is a small house, in which I've raised three other dogs -- you would think that I know every hiding spot there is. But he's been able to make rawhide chews the size of his head and antler-chews the length of his entire body disappear and I can't find them.
And last, he's growing at a rate that is not normal for carbon-based creatures. I estimate he put on three pounds today -- I assume he drew the extra mass from another dimension, in much the same way as Bruce Banner does when he becomes the Hulk. But instead of being fueled by rage and anger, Cinder gains mass when exposed to food and play. I take heart that there must be an upper limit on his ability to grow that is set by the amount of kibble in the world.
I'll continue delivering updates on this creature as events warrant. If I disappear don't look for me; it's likely I will have been taken to another universe, either to be devoured or forced forever to play in the chew mines.