It began over 40 years ago…..honest.

I was turning pages of a magazine and there it was.

A face!

A face I immediately fell in love with.

I ripped the face out of the magazine, grabbed scissors and trimmed the edges and then taped that face up on the right hand corner of my refrigerator.

Remember it was greater than 40 years ago.  

The face was one of a dog.

What kind of dog, I had no idea.

Just the cutest face I’d EVER seen and I promised myself that very day that one day I’d know that face.

That refrigerator went through 3 moves and a divorce.  

The face stayed taped to the top right corner.

When I moved to an apartment, the face came with me taped to the small apartment fridge.

When my life once again found a purpose, that face came with me and was taped to the new fridge in the new house with the new man.

It was at this time I found a name for that face.  

We were enjoying a little town north of us in the mountains one evening. 

There it was…..that face!

Tied to a pole outside a store and a very grumpy looking young man standing beside him.

I am one who always talk to animals and forgets the people.

I was down on the wooden sidewalk in a heartbeat talking to this absolutely, beyond words adorable, furry, four-legged soul. 

Eventually I stood up to speak with the not-so-happy looking young man.

“I hate this dog.”

“You hate this dog?”

“He’s not my dog, he’s my girlfriends.”

“But, why do you hate this dog? HOW can you hate this adorable face?”

“He’s a horrid dog, nothing but trouble.”

“Well, what kind of dog is he?”

“He’s a Terrier.  A wire-hair Fox Terrier, worse dog in the world.”

I will never forget telling my boyfriend at the time (husband now) what a nasty guy I thought he was.

How could anyone hate that face?

Later, I wrote WIRE HAIR FOX TERRIER on a stickie note and taped it under that picture and both stayed taped to my refrigerator for more years.

And that’s how I learned the name of the breed of the face that had been taped to my refrigerator for years