The neighbor's dog was a grey poodle. She named him Christopher.
This was while we were living in our first owned house. It was a one level living area with a basement. When opening the garage door that led to the basement, I sometimes took the baby out with me and sat at the entrance. We had one child, who was in a playpen in the garage with me, and our dog Zundel would run free in the yard but always chose to remain somewhat close by.
I heard the door to the house next door open and shut. I knew the neighbor was letting Christopher out to do his business. She never watched him. She would let him out and then about an hour later, she would holler for him to come on back inside. Zundel ordinarily ignored Christopher whenever Christopher wandered over into our yard.
But this time something was different. I had the playpen with the baby in it out here with me. It amused me to some extent when I saw a fight about to happen. Christopher came near the playpen. Zundel attacked him. Christopher was able to get loose after a bit of a struggle. I watched Christopher run back over to his house and scratch at the back door. The neighbor let him inside.
I was amazed. Zundel had protected my child. She had considered Christopher as a danger and protected her master!
