You're kinda cute when you growl

This morning, the girls came up about the same time, and set about getting into fight after fight. 2 was around as well, but seemed mystified with all the girl on girl action, so he stayed off to the side. After their fourth and last tiff, RR2 seemed to call some sort of truce, and started allo grooming 50. She was in a somewhat threatening position as she did it (hunched over 50), but there were no serious fights afterwards.
In mid afternoon, right after John and I had discussed pulling down the X8 surround, I caught a dog there. My first dog! He was furious with being caught, and was digging in the dirt, while ramming his head into the end of the trap, to try to get out. As soon as I tagged his door, and picked him up, he turned his attention on me, starting to growl. If he had been a pit bull, I would have been nervous, but as it was, all he succeeded in doing was looking cute. On the walk to the marking van he tried to chew his way out, and continued with the growling.
Once in the van, and after checking his ear tags, we needed to get him out of the trap and into the bag, of which he had no intention of going, now that he was thoroughly trapped. The usual way to get a pd into the bag is to prod him/her with the end of a long paint brush. After whirling repeatedly on the brush, and finally starting to grab and bite it, we needed to try another tactic. We tried a different angle, and finally just had to shove/prod him in. He growled, bared his fangs, and fought the entire way. He lost in the end, being forced into the bag, although he got several points by managing to flip a few times once in. Marking commenced, he was 29, but it was not accomplished easily, as he tried his best to squirm out, although he ended failing at that as well. By the time I took him back home, he was giving me the evil eye; and I couldn't wait to see how he would fare against the deuce (2), as he was much smaller (29 weighed 885 grams, the deuce over 1000), but definitely no chicken. Oooh the drama!