Sense and sentience
So always remember your terriers, Protect them from wet and from cold, For the love of a tyke for his master, Can never be measured in gold.
The Terrier Song
OUR writers this week are much preoccupied with their dogs, their dependence on them) of the ‘soul-lifting beauty’ of the pointer or setter as it floats over heather, alert and exhilarated. Carla Carlisle () and Jonathan Self () tell of the grief of old age, final decisions and irreplaceability.
