Name I'd give it-Flex
Gender-Male
Reason I want it-I've tried for a bunch of Tracker Dogs, but I can never get my hands on one. Let me just say that this is an exceptional desgin, Its colors, markings, and features are awesome!
Describe it's purpose- A tracker when needed, but otherwise he's a loyal pet that would keep me company.
Other relevant info-
Personality-Cool, Sarcastic, funny, and playful
A story. Not too good but uhh.....well its a story hehe

sorry its so looooooooooooonnnnnngggggg....
"Go, boy," my owner whispered as he unclipped my collar. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I stepped out from the hotels entryway and into the raging rainstorm. Turning back for moment, I smiled a smile at my owner that said, "I
will bring him back." I'd tracked this guy a few times before. He was pretty slippery, and hard to catch. Gripping the wet ground with my claws, I took off down the empty streets. As I ran, I tapped into my sensors and "eyes", trying to find his footprints.What do yah know, I found his footprints right off the bat. But i wouldn't fall for his tricks this time. He was using those shoes from Poland or Holland-I could really never keep track-that left prints facing the opposite direction(Yes! These really do exist!!), fooling the tracker into going the other way. Smirking triumphantly to myself for not letting him trick me, I jumped on top of a parking meter, balancing expertly on my hind paws. Then, I leaped onto the covered top of a bank's door. I knew the fabric wouldn't hold me long, so I bunched my muscles and sprang up as high as I could, catching my front paws on the edge of the bank's tall roof. Taking a deep breath, I let go and pushed up into the night air with my paws. I bit my lip and opened my eyes.
Phew, I thought as I realized I was on the roof. My owner and I had a plan. Well, my owner's a nerd, so he mostly did it. I padded to the other side of the roof and looked down. There was a thin piece of fabric covering a hole in the pavement. Below it was a course made to look like the air vents in the criminal's hideout.Th guy would pick up the footage because my owner had tapped into his cameras and set up one in the fake vent that would broadcast to his security cams. He'd run to his real vents and, well, my owner would be waiting there, and my owner would,umm, how should I put this,
deal with him. My owner's kind of a weird dude. He has a bunch of different training, including spy training. Anyway, I gulped and thought,
Here goes, and jumped down into the chamber.