Divot was a Norwich Terrier, the smallest of the working terriers. Eleven inches at the shoulder, she never even considered the possibility that she might not be the toughest dog on the block.
Her biggest problem in her long life, was that people didn’t take her seriously. She would bark ferociously at the UPS and FedEx guys, but rather than quaking with fear, they would smile at her and dig a biscuit out of a pocket.
Finally, we had a private conversation with the UPS guy who was obviously a dog-lover.
“Please,” I asked him, “Act scared when she barks. She wants to be fierce. It’s not her fault that she’s small, furry, and cute.”
And so, from thence forward, he would quake with fear when Divot barked. In return, she would lick him ferociously.
Divot was fierce. Absolutely terrifying. Just ask the UPS guy.