Bichon Frise

Miss Babooti owns the park.
Don’t be fooled by her petite stature, wide brown eyes and occasionally pink toenails and tail. Say it again. She owns the park. And if she doesn’t want you in it, she’ll stand up to you and shout to the heavens until you get the message and leave. Her rumblings have been known to turn the leaves on the trees blue.
Her last victim, a lovely French man.
Before that? A Rottweiler.
Discerning. Good one Miss Babooti.