Mark Twain said: "The more I know people, the more I love my dog". Having learned to walk clinging to the collar of our Royal poodle, I've always had a special bond with dogs. My two dogs were both rescued. The fox terrier was wandering alone in the countryside of Normandy, he was all of 4 months old, ragged and thin, but indomitably happy at being found. The labrador, was rescued from a Paris home where he had been severely mistreated and they were about to dispose of him, not necessarily in a "humane" way; he was the typical case of a large dog who had outgrown his welcome. He was only 7 months old. They were adopted 4 years apart. They are the best of buddies and are the guardians of my sanity and happiness!
