\"You are a far cry from a wolf,\" I said, peering skepticallyat a pint-sized poodle-terrier mix. \"I bet your ancestors mustbe pretty embarrassed.\" I threw my legs over the metal doggyfence that separated me and the toy-like pup. Puddle wiggledher white-tipped tail and did a little crawl, her signaturemove.She, then, proceeded to bounce all over Bingley, amix between a pit bull and something else. Bingley, unlikehis Jane Austen namesake, was anything but gentlemanly-looking. He looked downright scary--pugnacious, four-timesas big as Puddle, with a terrible under bite, showing off onesharp bottom tooth to the world. But, he was no match forPuddle, who seemed to clobber him with her fluffy paws andunparalleled puppy energy. Like an older brother, he just satthere, ignored her and looked bored.