She was one bad ass little Poodle.
I was building a snowman in the back yard one day and my uncle came up and started rough housing with me and she grabbed his calf through his boot and wouldn’t let go.
Tito [the ‘man killer’] Dobe of my youth was terrified of her.
She didn’t take any crap off anybody and “big and bad” didn’t impress her one bit.
She was a cool little dog.
She’d stand up behind me on my bike seat, put her paws on my shoulders and ride with me all over the place while the poor Dobe had to run along beside.
Worked smarter, not harder.