About dogs

Since childhood we have had dogs in our family. The first dog, I almost do not remember, it was the royal big poodle. His name was Big, Big Ben. The history of the name now I do not remember, all strongly pedigreed with a family tree and medals. He was really big, black and curly. It was the dog of my elder sister, but according to my mother's stories, Big was guarding me and was very careful. I never barked when I slept in the crib, and he slept under it.
Mom told me an amusing incident.

For the hair of the poodle you need to carefully look after, regularly cut, etc. and etc.. Otherwise, you will have to shave periods "to zero". My mother was busy with the carapace, that is, I, my sister, do not know what, as a result, the dog overgrown, began to resemble a bear.
In the country there was a period of walking of gypsies in apartments with different purposes, by the way, did not meet them for a long time. Mom was at home alone with me and the dog, Big was sleeping under the bed. At some moment a doorbell rang out, my mother did not hesitate to open the door behind which stood a gypsy ...
Big, who, until this instant quietly slept, rushed to the door, pushed his mother and stood with a roar on his hind legs in front of a gypsy ...
We lived on the fifth floor, in a house next to the bullpen on the main street of the city, a gypsy with a cry "Save, help the BEAR in the house keep!" Flew for seconds to the first floor. It seems like, in this apartment, the gypsies are no longer stopped =)
As Big has passed away, I do not remember and do not know for sure.
Then I had a dachshund called Rafael, this is a separate story