Small dog, shïtzu. Little old lady owns it. She makes homemade cookies couple times a year for her neighbors.
But...this dog....
One of my neighbors has 2 nasty ass rotts, another has a psycho lab-pit mix. They cross the fence, they die. The neighbors are psycho as well. Mebbe they will trip the foogasse package. Or find the punji pits, who knows?
I am..........disturbed.
Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain