I had a wonderful afternoon today hanging out with a mini-herd of manchester terriers. The toy terriers that is. Small dogs. Very small. In fact they are wee... mighty wee.
And yet, not so wee that they can't play a blinding game of... chase-me-I-have-the-stick... or leap through the air in a manner that would win them a nod of approval from a gazelle, a tail waggle from a kangaroo, or even perhaps a quick wink from a flying squirrel.
