Thanks, and I think we have a really nice furball here. Mom & Dad are
really relaxed cool dogs as well and the owners of the previous
litters are very pleased. The breeder only does this for fun and isn't
caught up in any show-dog quagmire. Temperament is his one and only
goal...as well as health of course. The same poodle who 'serviced'
Moxie's mom also has had a fling or two with a Cavalier King Charles
and those puppies are so adorable, we almost picked one up for Moxie
to play with. Cooler head prevailed and we'll re-evaluate that whole
scene a couple of months from now.
Exactly. A few years ago we had a neighbor who owned a couple of the
"mop-head-terriers". Those small, mop looking dogs that are born
without eyes, feet or other distinguishing features other than hair
the extends to the floor. About 5-8 pounds each of loud attitude.
I was walking our 100 pound German Shepherd one morning when I heard a
bunch of barking a yapping coming our way. I could see the grass
parting in the field between our houses and pretty soon one of the
terrors shot out of the grass and went after Sam.
Up to that point, Sam was every dogs friend. The little dog got right
up into his face with a torrent of barking, snarling and growling.
Sam listened for a moment and then looked over his shoulder at me with
a "What the hell is this all about?" look on his face.
Apparently the little guy got impatient with not having picked a
fight, so he ran around behind Sam and nipped him on the tail a few
times. Then he made a grave error. The little monster ran up
underneath Sam, jumped up and nailed him in the goodies. In one move,
Sam jumped about a foot off of the ground, reached underneath and came
up yelping with the little mutt hanging on his lip. With a flip of
his head Sam shook him loose and ended up with the dog inside of his
mouth. Little running feet were protruded from each side of Sam's
large snout and he looked at me like "I have had it with this little
My first thought was "Oh Hell....Sam's eating the neighbors dog!!!" I
yelled at him and swatted him on the butt. Sam obligingly spit the
little bastard out unhurt and gave one of his industrial-strength
The little assailant hit the street, rolled a couple of times and came
right back up after my dog. At that point, I slipped a toe under his
belly and gently, but firmly launched him back into the grass. He
barked at me, then ran away.
It sounds silly to describe a 5 pound dog attacking my German Shepherd
but the little fart did some damage. The dog managed to bite all the
way through Sam's lip and he had a noticeable abrasion on
Sam still tolerates larger dogs pretty well but any small, fuzzy
creature that approaches is now in danger.
Animals don't seem to quite have this concept of "size" down, as is
demonstrated by a Great Dane of my acquaintance and Crystal the Mountain
Lion late of the Forest Park Zoo, both of whom were firmly convinced that
they were lap fur.
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