While I’ve had many dogs in my (20 years of) life one of the first dogs in my family was Tiny. She was a terrier a fice I think and she was my dads hunting dog. Most of the stories I’ve heard about her come from my dad. Tiny was a very protective dog. I was told several stories of her fighting snakes (which she despised). My dad told me that she followed a squirrel that he had shot into a hollowed tree stump where she fought it and brought it back up. When a pack of medium sized dogs came to our house to cause trouble Tiny stood her ground and fought them. She was torn up pretty bad the first time and the second time she died. I was 8 then and I cried like a 2 year old. Tiny was a living proof that it wasn’t the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog.

Graham from NC