Brits are a special kind of knucklehead, but one that always seems to find a soft spot in my heart. Maybe it's the huge brown eyes that seem to be able to sucker me into slipping them part of my sammich in the field or move over to give 'em more room on the pickup seat. From that one photo, I can see that Puddin' woulda had me wrapped around her dewclaw the moment I met her!!!
Sorry for the loss of a family member. I'll raise a toast to her and to the relationship she had with you later tonite when I get home.
