You have a good eye, CYJ.
While her brother Poncho was a long-winded tactician with average mouth, Missy was a devastating face dog that fractured skulls and muzzles every time she bit them. If she shook your front leg, it was a wet noodle when she was done, and you weren't using it anymore. She had 5 bitches her weight picked up in :12 or less, and the one the made it to :20 didn't make it to the next morning. You could literally see air bubbles coming out of the muzzle, or between the eyes, of every bitch she ever got on.
Only one bitch her weight stretched her out ... who was a giant at that weight ... and Missy gassed out and was stretched out (in 100 degree weather) ... but was still scratching like a bazooka, only to collapse again. It took that other bitch a week to walk without assistance ... while Missy was just exhausted. If they would have been in shape, and it had been cold weather, that bitch wouldn't have lived either.
Jack