Whenever someone tells me I’m going to the dogs, I tell them they’re wrong, explaining that I went there a long time ago. The first hunting dog to leave tracks on my mind was Queenie, a tri-color English setter owned by my uncle, the late John MacDonald. I… Read More
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No regrets here for going to the dogs