No pets at the moment, , but let me join teh Doxie love fest. I grew up with Dachschunds. Standards and mini's, red's, black and tan's and dappled's.
So smart, and onery and completely unaware of how small they are.
My folk's dogs will sit on the back of the couch in the upstairs living room and bark like mad at the moose passing below. The only time I ever saw them cowed was one morning when they were let out and a moose was in the driveway. They had seen it walk up, I guess, so out they ran, barking like mad to defend their turf.
Until they rounded the corner.
I couldn't see the moose's reaction (I imagine a "what the h--- are those things?") but the dogs put on the brakes and were, for once, speechless. Their little heads tilted up in unison at the moose just feet away and then they levitated, changed direction 180 deg in the air, and ran back for the door as fast as those stumpy legs could carry them. The moose then stuck its head around the corner, I'm sure still trying to figure out why it had so suddenly been attacked by weasels and where they had disappeared to.