How adorable. Thanks for sharing. My very first dog as a kid was a poodle that my mom scraped up off the middle of a busy highway after he had been hit by a car. When she passed what she thought was a dead dog, she thought she saw it move so she went back to check and he was alive. We named him Highway. He was my protector. Whenever I got in trouble and my mom tried to spank me, Highway would jump up and down pulling on my clothes to get me away from what he saw as danger. Poodles rock.