We rescued Wallace from the pound in 1996 (his young owner had "lost interest", the adoption card said). He is a boy of very little brain, and a source of endless entertainment as he trundles about and talks to himself (and unties our shoes, and squeaks imperiously at us when we don't bring his carrot quickly enough in the morning). He won't let us touch him (we hesitate to think how his "disinterested" previous owner might have treated him), but he seems to like having us around. His hind feet are white, and in front he has one orange foot and one black foot. We find him thoroughly charming.