Dimrill wrote:
We've always had King Charles Cavaliers.
I loved both of those dogs. They were always excellent company whilst braving the tyrannies of Superock with Julia Valet and random German satellite channels at 4am. Never complained, never caused a fuss, just wanted to be fed absolutely anything that you might have, lick where it might have once touched you on your hands, wrists, lap, and then maybe lick your mouth to finally be sure they'd got as much as possible. Sometimes, anyway, to my delight. Or so I remember.