Up there with food, film, cars and belles lettres, all in no particular order, dogs are among my chief passions. Those Scotties are just great.
I lost my Yorkie a little over a year ago. He was the king of the Yorkies, and he’d be the first one to tell you so. He was 12 years old and 18 lbs…about the size they were at the turn of the last century, before they started breeding them down like crazy.
He loved to eat, he loved to nap, and he loved going for a ride in the country, with a stop for some Roadfood, of course.