The Westminster Dog Show just ended, so I thought I'd ask about your favorite dogs or dog stories. I've had three dogs in my lifetime--Sasha, an American Eskimo, who was my true love, and Duckie and Lucy, who were mini dachshunds. Lucy and Sasha were great hunters-- of the already-deceased. Sasha once brought me the head of Garcia. . .no, no, I mean the hind leg of a long-dead deer. Lucy came in one day and set the back half of a squirrel down beside me on the sofa. I didn't know she had done it, until I happened to look to my side and down. OHMYGOD! I felt like Marlon Brando in the Godfather. As for Lucy, the little darling never caught anything living or dead, but there was one chipmunk that she chased repeatedly into the house. Each time, the chipmunk ran behind the television set. Each time, my son and I would build a tunnel of couch cushions and chase the little critter down the tunnel and out the front door. And then the next day, we'd play that game again.
Photo: My son's great aunt on his father's side won Westminster three times with English Springer Spaniels. The spaniel above was one of them. (I met the aunt, who is not the woman in the photo, but not the dogs.)