When I was in my late teens, early 20s, my parents had this male Doberman, named Murphy. He was beautiful. They got him as a puppy, and I remember how feisty and how furiously he would grab your pant legs, attack anything that moved, and when he was a puppy it was cute, but he was stubborn, he was a real challenge. Highly intelligent, high-strung, … Continue reading The Warp And The Weft Of A Cocky Chihuahua