Years ago, my neighbor adopted an adorable, toy fox terrier which they appropriately named…Tiny Tim. This dog was so petite, a fall from their bed broke his leg! As he matured, he quickly bulked up. At his maximum, he weighed in at a whopping five pounds. It must have been all heart because he protected his domain like a lion protects its pride.
Every day, without fail, I could look across the street and see Tiny Tim at his post. Sitting behind a glass storm door, he would survey his kingdom to identify any threat to his domain. Each day, the same threat strutted by between two and three o’clock: a black and white Persian cat. Tiny would go ballistic; jumping up and down, barking and scratching at the door.