I grew up in the Andy Griffith Show’s “Mayberry” except the setting was Illinois and we had a pet dog Tippy.  Tippy was 50% Jack Russell Terrier and 50% Chihuahua and 110% “nippy”.  Tippy had (what we called in our family) a case of “The Nerves”.  Tippy would attempt to bite at anything that moved suddenly or made a loud note.

Now that I think back, my parents probably kept Tippy because Tippy kept me, my brother, and my best friend forever, Bob, under control when we played inside.  This was before the time that drugs were routinely prescribed for hyperactive 8 year olds but during the time that doctors made house calls for 6 year old brothers.

My brother, Stan, had the flu and was allowed to camp out on the living room sofa in front of the black and white Zenith Television Set.  Tippy was safely isolated in the utility room behind a Dutch door (an interior half door).  Dr. Nabel, a Cuban refugee,  was granted  a second  safe asylum  into the living room while Tippy jumped furiously trying to clear the Dutch door.  All went as well as could be expected until Dr. Nabel bent over to give Stan a booster shot.

In a split second, Stan yelped. Tippy cleared the Dutch door.  I watched in frozen amazement as Tippy sailed through the air and locked his teeth into the back crotch of Dr. Nabel’s pants.  (Thankfully, Cubans still wear very baggy paints with very low crotches for just such an occasion.)

The room went up for grabs.  Dr. Nabel started spinning around (with Tippy hanging on in midair) and spitting Spanish words that sounded like Pluto, the dog on Walt Disney.  Mom tried to grab Tippy just like the brass ring on the merry-go-round.  I counted 6 full spins before Mom caught Tippy and yanked. The jaws of death by Terrier held fast. However, the seat of the Cuban pants gave up.

grew up in the Andy Griffith Show’s “Mayberry” except the setting was Illinois and we had a pet dog Tippy. Tippy was 50% Jack Russell Terrier and 50% Chihuahua and 110% “nippy”. Tippy had (what we called in our family) a case of “The Nerves”. Tippy would attempt to bite at anything that moved suddenly or made a loud note.

Now that I think back, my parents probably kept Tippy because Tippy kept me, my brother, and my best friend forever, Bob, under control when we played inside. This was before the time that drugs were routinely prescribed for hyperactive 8 year olds but during the time that doctors made house calls for 6 year old brothers.

My brother, Stan, had the flu and was allowed to camp out on the living room sofa in front of the black and white Zenith Television Set. Tippy was safely isolated in the utility room behind a Dutch door (an interior half door). Dr. Nabel, a Cuban refugee, was granted a second safe asylum into the living room while Tippy jumped furiously trying to clear the Dutch door. All went as well as could be expected until Dr. Nabel bent over to give Stan a booster shot.

In a split second, Stan yelped. Tippy cleared the Dutch door. I watched in frozen amazement as Tippy sailed through the air and locked his teeth into the back crotch of Dr. Nabel’s pants. (Thankfully, Cubans still wear very baggy paints with very low crotches for just such an occasion.)

The room went up for grabs. Dr. Nabel started spinning around (with Tippy hanging on in midair) and spitting Spanish words that sounded like Pluto, the dog on Walt Disney. Mom tried to grab Tippy just like the brass ring on the merry-go-round. I counted 6 full spins before Mom caught Tippy and yanked. The jaws of death by Terrier held fast. However, the seat of the Cuban pants gave up.

Did you know that Cuban Doctors wore Red, White and Blue boxer shorts?

I grew up in the Andy Griffith Show’s “Mayberry” except the setting was Illinois and we had a pet dog Tippy.  Tippy was 50% Jack Russell Terrier and 50% Chihuahua and 110% “nippy”.  Tippy had (what we called in our family) a case of “The Nerves”.  Tippy would attempt to bite at anything that moved suddenly or made a loud note.

Now that I think back, my parents probably kept Tippy because Tippy kept me, my brother, and my best friend forever, Bob, under control when we played inside.  This was before the time that drugs were routinely prescribed for hyperactive 8 year olds but during the time that doctors made house calls for 6 year old brothers.

My brother, Stan, had the flu and was allowed to camp out on the living room sofa in front of the black and white Zenith Television Set.  Tippy was safely isolated in the utility room behind a Dutch door (an interior half door).  Dr. Nabel, a Cuban refugee,  was granted  a second  safe asylum  into the living room while Tippy jumped furiously trying to clear the Dutch door.  All went as well as could be expected until Dr. Nabel bent over to give Stan a booster shot.

In a split second, Stan yelped. Tippy cleared the Dutch door.  I watched in frozen amazement as Tippy sailed through the air and locked his teeth into the back crotch of Dr. Nabel’s pants.  (Thankfully, Cubans still wear very baggy paints with very low crotches for just such an occasion.)

The room went up for grabs.  Dr. Nabel started spinning around (with Tippy hanging on in midair) and spitting Spanish words that sounded like Pluto, the dog on Walt Disney.  Mom tried to grab Tippy just like the brass ring on the merry-go-round.  I counted 6 full spins before Mom caught Tippy and yanked. The jaws of death by Terrier held fast. However, the seat of the Cuban pants gave up.

Did you know that Cuban Doctors wore Red, White and Blue boxer shorts

Now that I think back, my parents probably kept Tippy because Tippy kept me, my brother, and my best friend forever, Bob, under control when we played inside.  This was before the time that drugs were routinely prescribed for hyperactive 8 year olds but during the time that doctors made house calls for 6 year old brothers.

My brother, Stan, had the flu and was allowed to camp out on the living room sofa in front of the black and white Zenith Television Set.  Tippy was safely isolated in the utility room behind a Dutch door (an interior half door).  Dr. Nabel, a Cuban refugee,  was granted  a second  safe asylum  into the living room while Tippy jumped furiously trying to clear the Dutch door.  All went as well as could be expected until Dr. Nabel bent over to give Stan a booster shot.

In a split second, Stan yelped. Tippy cleared the Dutch door.  I watched in frozen amazement as Tippy sailed through the air and locked his teeth into the back crotch of Dr. Nabel’s pants.  (Thankfully, Cubans still wear very baggy paints with very low crotches for just such an occasion.)

The room went up for grabs.  Dr. Nabel started spinning around (with Tippy hanging on in midair) and spitting Spanish words that sounded like Pluto, the dog on Walt Disney.  Mom tried to grab Tippy just like the brass ring on the merry-go-round.  I counted 6 full spins before Mom caught Tippy and yanked. The jaws of death by Terrier held fast. However,I grew up in the Andy Griffith Show’s “Mayberry” except the setting was Illinois and we had a pet dog Tippy. Tippy was 50% Jack Russell Terrier and 50% Chihuahua and 110% “nippy”. Tippy had (what we called in our family) a case of “The Nerves”. Tippy would attempt to bite at anything that moved suddenly or made a loud note.