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Part 8 - Nibbles (Psycho dog) 

Nibbles (Psycho dog) I didn't pick her out. She was in the house before I was born. She was my mom's faithful (fateful?) companion. She was Nibbles, Psycho dog, fox terrier from hell!

Pets tend to live up to their names usually (though Tiny the Saint Bernard never became tiny). Nibbles certainly lived up to her name. She nibbled and bit everyone (and everything) she encountered, even me. Of course, I was three and was trying to feed her my little license plate for reasons I can't explain. Maybe I felt that she needed more iron in her diet. More likely it was testing the boundaries of my environment. Note to Keith: Don't feed biting dogs metal objects, they bite you. I guess I learned a valuable lesson that time. My parents would have to lock Nibbles up when company came over for obvious reasons. She bit everyone in the family at least once and my mom and dad did not have an attorney on retainer, so they were not taking any chances.

My dad bore the brunt of Nibbles bad behavior, with my mom as the Roy to my dad's Siegfried chair and whip in hand taming the wild terrier. One time he had to take apart his bed because Nibbles refused to come out from under it. Putting his hand under it was not an option if he wanted to keep his hand.

So, this is the dog I spent my early years around. It's a wonder I liked dogs after that.

The end of Nibbles came in a bizarre but typical fashion. When we went out , we could not leave her alone, because true to her name, she would chew everything in sight. So, we'd lock her in the basement, put up a wooden gate so she wouldn't go in the basement and destroy everything there. Once she pulled clothing from the clothes line and chewed them to rags. I'm not sure how she got them, but I imagine her jumping up and with strong teeth pulling things down. Ok. So this particular day we went to the grocery store for an hour or so and locked her in. When we got home and had the groceries put away, one of us went down to let Nibbles loose but she was no where to be found. We looked in the cellar which is the only place she could be and she was not there. Did she discorporate and appear somewhere else in the neighborhood or the world? News at 11. "Minneapolis man was bitten by a deranged Fox Terrier who he said came out of nowhere." Actually we did find her. We had a chest of drawers with an old TV on it and about six feet of boxes and things stacked to the ceiling. Looking up, there was Nibbles standing on the top box. There were chew marks in the ceiling beams, like she was trying to chew her way out. That was it. Nibbles had gone round the bend. My parents took her to vet to have her put her down. He said that she should have been spayed and allowed to have puppies. Apparently lack of motherhood had driven her insane.

So, she went to a better place. I hope she doesn't bite anyone there!