My Grandfather had a little dog he called a "Fiest", looked somewhat like a Jack Russel. Back in the hills of Tennessee in the 50s, they had never heard of a Jack Russell, or much of many other breeds, other than bull dogs and shepherds. So they just called the dog what ever fit, and since the little dog was fiesty, grandpa just called him a fiest.
Anyway one day we were at the general store in Kemptown, and the little dog was lying on the porch waiting for grandpa. Another man came up and yelled for the dog to get, he did not like it lying on the porch. The little dog barked at the man so he siced his Bulldog on it. The Bulldog came running up full speed, prepared to just overwhelm the little dog. Little dog ducked to the side, ran under the Bulldog, grabbed a mouth full of the bag hanging down between the bulldogs hind legs, and set back. Bulldog yelped and started spinning around trying to get ahold of the little dog. Little dog ain't turning loose for nothing. Yelps started sounding a lot like screams as the big dog spun around trying to shake little dog loose. Little dog just kept shaking and pulling, never giving up his grip on the soft spot. Bulldog rolled on his back jerking little dog off his feet, only making matters worse. This caused the item in little dogs mouth to be severed. Little dog ran back to the porch with it and displayed it to my Grandpa, then proceeded to eat it. Bulldog ran off yelping, and everyone was laughing so hard at the dog and it's owner. Somefolks thought there might be a shooting for a while over that, so they kept the man and my Grandpa seperate. Grandpa after being advised to leave called me and picking up the little fiest we got into the wagon and headed back home.
Looking back on it I think the little Fiest dog was a Jack Russell terrier.