Now Track always entered the dog park looking for puddles, big round trees and squirrels to chase. This was his mission and in that order. Everyday Track would hear the occasional big guy with a pal dog of his say, "Now Track's a real dog!" or "That's what I call a real dog!" This always made Track's head go sideways and his ears flip and flop. He just could not understand what was meant by this. He saws Dotson's, and beagles, and terriers go by. He ran with Shepherds and Greyhounds, and Huskies. He played alongside Labradors, Bulldogs, poodles and more, but could not figure out what a real dog he was. To him all the dogs were real and nothing fake or deceiving. They had tails and ears like his. They have coats of fur like his. The scratched their butts like him, and they licked their friends like him. They ran through puddles like him. They loved to cuddle like him. They jumped over tree stumps like him. They even fetched balls like him. They c...