Toy Yorkie. My folks had a couple. Cassie had been bred down to an embarrassment of a lapdog, but she was still a terrier with the heart of a hunter. They lived on the shore of a wild lake. To my mother's chagrin the dog hung out with the Old Man, who let her run in the mud and the slime of the slough and chase all the wild critters who offended her. She kept them damned Canada Geese off HER grass and the squirrels up in the trees where they belonged. She spent her days in the cocklebur and brambles, the evenings having them cut out of her silky fur. Most of the summer she had a chopped up version of a buzz cut, what was locally know as a heinie. Cass lived her life with a doggie heinie, not the silky hair of a proper lapdog. But I think she had a more fulfilling life.