As a kid my dad adopted a toy poodle named Tippy. After Tippy discovered that Mom ran the house, she cuddled up to Mom and literally growled or bit anyone who got too close for her comfort. She did however sleep next to Dad after Dad was disgnosed with Type Two Diabetes. A tempermental bu really, we loved her. I remember this time that Tippy got a backed up bladder (poop) and basically had to get it cleaned out. When Tippy didn’t growl at me as I held her I knew she was zonked out. It took a couple days, but soon she was back to her own snappy self.
for some reason her nickname was “Tippy L. Toes, Attorny at Law.” I realize, considering the jokes about female attornys, I guess that’s not too off the mark. She died some years back and it really was depressing.
I’m really sorry to hear Tippy died. It sounds like she had a wonderful life with your family, though. My last dog was a little white poodle named Tango, and I’ve never known a dog with more personality! Unfortunately, he HATED people...