Hey okieshooter:
Reading your post reminded me of a minature dashhound my kids had when they were growing up. One day I went squirrel hunting, and he got out of the house and tracked me down almost a mile. Well, he tagged along as I eased down a dry creekbed. I spotted a fox squirrel drinking from a pot hole in the middle of the creekbed and shot it, wounding it in the leg. Well "Jay Jay" we called him, was curious and took off after that squirrel which in turn decided to fight than run, and he bit that dog right on the nose, and held on. By the time Jay Jay got'em shook off, he was 'M A D', and that badger fighting instinct that those dogs were bred for, came out, and that nice little puppy dog turned into a tazmanian devil. It was comical, but Jay Jay's bloody nose taught him a lot that day. From then on, when he saw me take up my .22 rifle, he'd get all excited, and I'd have to take him hunting. He had a "nose" for squirrels, and made an excellent hunter and retriever. He was quite a good little pardner too.