Border Terrier Quotes

Having swapped the scheming streets of London’s vice-ridden Square Mile for a comparatively peaceful existence north of the border, a rejuvenated West – under the sagacious guidance of the now retired DI James Munro – had learned to appreciate the simple things in life like watching the sunrise instead of cowering beneath the sheets, counting the stars instead of pulling the curtains, and sipping a half-decent malt instead of downing half a litre of vodka in less than an hour but there was, without a doubt, no greater pleasure to be had than returning home only to be greeted by a feisty terrier and the welcoming waft of a home-cooked meal emanating from the kitchen.

Tufty, a recently arrived border terrier, jumped up on her lap, licking her face. Leeda pulled him close, suddenly, and held him, sinking her face into his ears, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, feeling guilty that he wasn't Barky but also feeling happy that he was there. She couldn't imagine holding another person that way. It was love at its simplest.