I was brought up with dogs. But someone else's dogs. Like parents. No cleaning, feeding or vetting. Children are problem enough.
SO - I just have to tell you this. The two below are Sebatchka and Pickles, the short-haired Peke. The latter could do anything the bigger one could. 'Batch' was killed by the local train at 13. When I was 12. So we knew each other quite well. Don't want to go through that again.
Believe it or not - in those days, I used to take the two walking down Broad Street, in Birmingham, without a lead??
Your turn! = Tim
That's the second 'refresh' today!!