A fter breakfast, I round up Misha and Billy Bob. I find them on the stoep and I don't even have to say anything. I just give them a look and they know: walkies!
Misha is an elderly Labrador and walks with a limp, but there's still plenty of life in her tail-wag. Billy Bob is a rescue, mostly Border collie judging by flamboyant tail. A visitor from the city, Billy Bob is on the
