Fearless Fred

Anyone who knows our shih tzu children knows that Lulu is the tough one, but occasionally Fred likes to prove that he's still a man. While taking the little terrors out to pee, we stumbled upon a literal "dumping" ground for the local deer in the corner of our backyard. Piles and piles of deer poop. Freddie immediately began rearing his head and scratching at the dirt.

"The Deerslayer"

He put on a similar display of aggression at the Jersey City Farmer's Market several years back when he encountered some long-necked gourds lined up on the ground. I can only assume he didn't like the way they were looking at him. And once, at a farm in New Hampshire, he even threw down upon coming face to face with a large horse.

My favorite memory of my fancy, prancy boy acting tough also occurred in Jersey City. We were mid-walk when it started to rain hard and fast. He was so incensed that he stopped dead in his tracks and began barking at the sky. Deer, horses, shifty-looking produce, and even G-d are no match for Freddie R. Sincoff. Except for blowing leaves. They scare the bejesus out of him.