all 3 photos copyright J. Arnel
My dear friend Jill of Caninecopywriter.com submitted these peeks at a certain Welshman she once knew: "This was Finian, a Welsh terrier I adored for 16 years. He had terrible manners, chased cars (and bitches)."
"The ones of me and him are circa 1956 and/or 1957. The solo one is a bit older."
" 'Don’t worry,' said a parent, when he went missing for a day or so. 'He probably found a girlfriend.' He’d eat you alive if you tried to take a bone away from you, he hated all trades people who deigned to come to the door—or anyone who ran away, and he slept on my bed."
And I say: What's not to love?