when I was a youngster my father took a small poodle cross I think sky terrier off a bloke who was beating it in the pub and brought it home. Well to say I was gutted was an big under statement, all my mates had Jack Russell's or Fox Terriers. My father told me just to take him out, well I did but not with mates didn't want them to see me with this fluffy little thing. Turned out he was a great rabbiting dog or ratting, after tilling both sides of a hedge I could get him to sit one side and i would stand on top, had to pick the burries but he would hold them for me. He would mark or flush rabb