Once upon a time, not long ago, there was a dog named Chance. Chance lived with a very loving couple. He had some behavioral problems early on, but he was a very good boy. Chancey was also a very big boy, weighing 113 lbs.
One day on his walk, Chance met Dottie in a yard just a few blocks away. Dottie was a Carin Terrier puppy some nice folks had rescued from the pound. Unlike big Chance, Baby Dottie was very small. She weighed about 8 lbs. She was roughly the size of Chance's snout, definitely smaller than his head.
Because of the big size difference between Chancey and Baby Dottie, Chancey's people were worried that Chancey would not like Baby Dottie. Boy were they ever wrong! Every day when Chancey went by Dottie's yard, he looked for her. On good days, he heard her little bell collar jingling in the bushes. Then out she would pop! She would jump up and down and wiggle with excitement, and Chancey would hop off his front paws and wag his big tail. Then Baby Dottie would run up and down the fenceline, and Chancey would chase her, playing hide and seek with her in the bushes, much to the chagrin of the person on the other end of his leash.
One night, Baby Dottie stuck her tiny head out through a hole in the fence. Chancey put his face down close to her's. Chancey's person began to worry, thinking that maybe this time he would get upset and bite Baby Dottie, or snarl and scare her away.
Gently, Chancey took out his big, pink tongue and gave huge slobbery kisses to Baby Dottie, all over her tiny head.
Then Chancey and his person went home, and Chancey curled up on the big bed and dreamed about the next time he would get to see his sweet Baby Dottie.
The End.