Pup Pup has a habit that needs to be broken. A ten week old game stag for some reason gets Pup Pup riled up so that she barks at him. When she gets out she promptly runs out, and chases him into high weeds where she catches him and holds him down. He squall's bloody murder, I yell and Pup Pup releases him unscathed. She does not bother others which now just look on as Pup Pup goes after their flockmate. Stag targeted is only grey on the ground. That said, she does know how to use a soft mouth.
She also help her mom and Lucy run off three large dogs the other night. She has balls!