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One night I bought a rotisserie chicken for dinner and put it on a ledge in the kitchen while I went about. Somehow Mercator or Pia knocked the bag down. When I came back this is what I saw: No chicken, but Cubitt with her head stuck in the bag trying desperately to lick the last molecule of chicken.
"Cubitt"
 
Dallow, Spicer, Pinky, Cubitt
Rush to danger, wind up nowhere
From Now My Heart is Full, Lyrics Morissey (who lifted the names from Graham Greene's book "Brighton Rock")

Everything was falling into place. I had just bred what I thought was a very nice litter of Cairns and kept the pick bitch. The CTCA's National Specialty was going to be the following April when Cubitt would make her debut at 10.5 months of age.
 
Cubitt was a fabulous puppy. She was a complete joy to have. One of her favorite things was to run around with her mom in the backyard, safely guarded from the vicious dogs next door by two rows of fences and some chicken wire.

The following Feb. 1st was a cold winter day with a loud howling wind. I finished up some work on the computer and began to go out when I noticed a strange note on my door from my next door neighbor. It said something about one of my dogs being hurt. I ran next door and the first thing my neighbor said was "One of your dogs is dead". I didn't know what he meant until I looked around and saw Cubitt's lifeless body on the ground. Apparently in a short period of time she had dug a hole under my fence, tunneled further through my neighbor's fence, moved aside the chicken wire and curiously went into the yard. The two curs then most likely seized upon her.

Admidst a flood of tears I buried her the next day. Though I repeated her breeding and got Beanie somehow it doesn't come close to making up for Cubitt's loss.