Russian Red Riding Hood

Russian Red Riding Hood went for a stroll, her face surrounded in fur.
Bundled by Mama she stayed quite warm, despite the Kazakhstan burrrrr.
Along came a puppy frisky and free, thinking he saw a friend.
He jumped up to greet him is the usual way, by nipping him on his end.
But his friend did not return his playful affection, it's not as if he could.
His friend was not a friend at all, he was Miss Nina’s hood.