and so …
Down here, and below a wee bit more—
FIRST, THE BACK-STORY
is that the guy’s wife upped hook and left him. Just like that—came home to an empty flat with only his bull terrier remaining; and his native talent, and his creativity.
Make of it what you will, but he now certainly seems on a roll—
—not above sartorial elegance, and
not above political comment, and
not above theosophical observation, and
not above mixing excellent judgement with the ultimate in unabashed honesty, and
not above involving his family and best pal.
You know, the thing about BTs is that although extremely capable dogs—they also have a wonderful sense of fun and are very tolerant of innocence; they allow kids to crawl all over them, they step back when the brand-new-in-the-house tiny kitten helps itself from their freshly placed personal feed-bowl; they are courageous to a fault and afraid of absolutely nothing. The British raj even used them for hunting tigers in India in the 1800s (they had to stop, though, when they ran out of bull terriers).
And BTs are all over and ever the perfect gentleman …
If ever you let one into your heart you’ll never be the same again. Trust me … and for the info: CLICK HERE
NOTE: after that bad start they now seem to be doing okay …