She got us after our old terrier mix died at the ripe old of 17 .....that's friggin old She was a great little doggie, and pretty well grew up with the kids. Very feisty. Loved fightin. Anything. Cats, dogs, squirrels. She loved all people except when our kids were outside playing, then, no strangers came on the property. Go figure dogs eh Never bit anyone but had to keep her in when the mailman came by. She will always be missed. A tear comes to the eye when we think of all the love she gave us and the extreme unquestioning loyalty.
Once we had rented a cottage for a week, and while we were down at the beach, a racoon got in the front door. We noticed Pup wasen't with us, then heard this ungodly noise from the cabin.
Sounded like all the demons in hades were turned loose in two rooms. Rushed over in time to see a very bloody coon headin for the bushes. Into the cabin, blood all over, fur, Jeez what a mess!!
Our dog comes out proud as hell with one ear hanging loose, fur missing, blood and cuts all over and she's saying..........Did I ever kick *** She damn near bought the farm.
FOUR HOUR drive to the vets, she's patched up, rarin ta go
Terriers is TOUGH.
OK that's mine.................
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