I must tell you about Lucky Lord Barkeley of Berkeley. Here on legs is Life. He’s not had one day without love; rubbing his longgg neck, running his firmm feet, nor more than four hours alone in his four years. He’s not had a day without running faster than his tail, leaping higher than his nose nor pretzling delight along his spine. He is a creature to help you find the first happy bicycle, the first pleasant neighbor, the decent side of the street, the thick of your heart. His sire is an Alaska champion and bitch an England champion. There are few dogs in this world better bred or better loved.