Tiny's Tale
"My Story" as told by Tiny, with help of Jennifer, (with 'thanks' to Buster and Roy Hattersley, for giving us the idea).
My name is Tiny, and I am a German Shepherd. I was 'picked up' on the streets of Bristol nearly six years ago, and taken to the local dogs' home. They said I was eighteen months old then, but I'll have to take their word for it - well, can you remember your own birthday?
Very soon, a man and his daughter came to see me. As I didn't want to stay with all the other noisy dogs, nice though they were, I turned on all the charm. To my disappointment they went away and left me, and I made a mental note, "Must try harder next time". However, I need not have worried, as a few days later the man and his daughter returned with a lady, who said, that I was the "tiniest Shepherd" she had ever seen. I suppose I was a bit thin and pathetic; I had been through a fairly traumatic experience, but I won't bore you with that now.
Anyhow, this is how a German Shepherd came to be called "Tiny".
