Sometimes I think my dog will go to hell....he attacked a deer....just a baby...but he was bred to kill. He's a cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a Jack Russell Terrier. That's a lot of terrier in an 18 pound package. Genetically modified dog. I love him but by human standards he's a nasty little bastard. I'll miss him terribly when he passes. We have a bet amongst my friends about who will die first, my dog or I. I didn't even want a damned dog. My wife and kids wanted a dog. Now he's my dog and he's my best friend.