I entered a show close to my co-breeder's home and asked to stay with her while down there. Of course, that was fine, but I had to let her know that my six month old male wolfhound didn't know much about small dogs and she had two. Not to worry she said, Nanny Max, her very small miniature Dachshund, would get him trained right.

So we arrive and introduce Mr. Magoo to Nanny Max. Mr. Magoo was fascinated with this tiny little creature and we let them play together under both our supervision. Max would weave back and forth between Mr. Magoo's legs and then scoot behind the couch or under the love seat when Mr. Magoo gave "chase". Giving chase in her living room was maybe three steps of his long uncoordinated legs. Max offered up a couple of yips on occasion and a growl or two, which Mr. Magoo took for what they were worth and minded his P's and Q's.

They played cat and mouse for a little while and either Mr. Magoo gave up or got tired, and laid down, which gave Nanny Max the opportunity to chew on his ears, his face and whatever else he could reach. Mr. Magoo in turn tried to eat Max, something Max did not appreciate and politely said so. Mr. Magoo then plopped a tree trunk over Nanny Max to hold him down and decided to lick him to death. Max was cool with that.
Seeing that they were getting along just fine, we went into the adjoining kitchen to have a cup of coffee and gossip a bit. We could hear they started the cat and mouse game again and everything seemed to be going well.
About ten minutes later we heard screaming at the top of someone's lungs. The first thing I thought was that Max had gotten hurt and had a really good set of lungs for such a small guy. Before we could get up, Mr. Magoo comes running into the kitchen, with Nanny Max hanging off one side of his face, screeching like a room full of teen-aged girls!

As the poor puppy stands there, my co-breeder and I are laughing so hard we can't move a muscle to save him from the dreaded Nanny Max and Max appears to have no intention of letting go. Mr. Magoo is trying to get under the table and can't because we are sitting there unable to breath for the laughter, let alone move.
At this point Nanny Max lets go and Mr. Magoo just plows his way under the table to safety. I believe at least one beverage was lost as the table gave a great heave and then dropped down again. I've no idea why he thought he'd be safe under the table, if he fits under there, then . . . ahhhh, Max can.
(Note to self: male wolfhound puppies aren't rocket surgeons or brain scientists!)

Proving my point, Nanny Max follows Mr. Magoo under the table, grabs Mr. Magoo's face again and gives it a good shaking to punctuate whatever point he felt the need to make. Then Nanny Max trots off back into the living room with his tail and head as high in the air as he can get them, proud of a lesson well taught.
My co-breeder and I are still laughing hysterically at this huge puppy cowering under the table afraid that a 6 pound demon is going to come back and work over the other side of his face. Fat lot of help we were!

It's my understanding that Nanny Max is available to rent for a nominal fee.
Inquiries are welcome.

~~ A. I. (Nina) Gottsch