My parents bought her when I was about 3 years old while we were living in England. This picture was taken when I was probably about 8, and that litter of 6 pups contained only one male which we kept, and named him Willie. That's some expression on her face, isn't it? I believe that's Willie, on top, heading straight into her chest - that would be just like him! These wonderful dogs were the single most unifying thing our family ever experienced - we all adored those dogs, even when we didn't like each other so much. They were endless sources of companionship and entertainment, and their passing was brutal, though they both lived to ripe old ages. Here's Mom and Willie some years after we no longer had Lizzie:
When Willie died, my parents were so bereft, they immediately went out and bought another bull terrier, which is when Daisy came to us:
I was no longer living at home when my parents bought Daisy, but that didn't stop us from becoming great friends:
Well - this scanning thing has great possibilities.......!