Since October we have been the pleased owners of a two-year-old poodle mix. He is a little insecure; he cries and trembles when we get ready to leave the house and he knows he's not going, and he very much does not like strange men. He likes women well enough, but we had our priest to dinner last night and it was more than an hour before the dog could be in the same room with Father without barking or growling and baring his teeth. I hope the dog was not abused by a man, but we don't know.
He is a cute little dog, pictured here with the much-beloved toy pumpkin sent to him by my husband's aunt.