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Tenterfield’s, George Woolnough, bred mini foxies.
Like our Rocky.
This miniature breed doesn’t cost much to feed.
But hand this dog a challenge they will surely succeed.
This brand is brave.  beautifully behaved.
They will melt your heart and live in your dreams.
The slightest night noise.  Will make them scream!
Get out the torch there maybe a burglar on the porch!
Shut up rocky, it was a car door.
 The arrival home of another teenager haunting the night!
Back to bed you beast.
 I don’t want to hear until morning at least.
Rocky shoves his nose at the blankets and burrows like he is after a fox.
 Not long after the little bugger snores.
Plenty of Zzz-zeds after being well fed.
Around the house the dog will entertain.
He would eat off the china if he could.
A morsel here, a bone there.
If you don’t feed him, you will get the stare!
Brown eyes that beam a thousand thoughts.
His Opera house ears, that tune into so many words.
No more finely than a call to the cupboard.
“Smacko time”!
 Rocky will jump, 3 feet or 4 for a dog so small.
Next he will respond the word walk.
With thunderous applause, what is wrong with you lets get out the door!
Down the street, with his silver feet pounding!
 Past each house to bark of the town. 
He looks at the big dogs as if they were clowns. 
He is not remotely aware of their frowns. 
Round the block and up the long street, his little legs do not a miss beat. 
Hurry man move your feet!
Once home, time to hit the lounge.
It’s a lap dogs life!
Curled up with the wife.
Colin -  January 2006

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