I've had several canine family members over the years. I love them all and each still holds a special place in my heart.  The cutest was this little fuzzy mutt we named Skipper.  All of 8 pounds of attitude and fluff.  Convinced he was a Rottweiler, instead of the poodle/wire haired terrier/chihuahua hybrid that he truly was, he became the alpha male in whatever neighborhood we lived in. We were amazed at how all of these huge dogs bolted every time we opened the door to let Skipper out. We would stand at the door, laughing, and shake our heads in confused wonder.

Then, one day, I watched as a new dog in the neighborhood stood in our driveway, with a 'duh' look on his face, as I opened the door.  Skipper streaked across the yard, scuttled between the beasties legs and proceeded to nip at the poor animals genitalia. Stunned by this 'A-HA' moment, my jaw dropped and I just stood there watching the dog leap about in a manic frenzy while Skipper ran in circles, unleashing a barrage of barks and growls.  Whether to offer advice to the newbie or shout out jests for wondering into dangerous territory, soon there was a chorus of 'yips' and arfs' ringing through the neighborhood.