Here are two of the terriers that brought fun and terror into my life. Maggie, we guessed, was a cairn terrier. We found her wandering on a remote highway with no homes near and "rescued" her. It could have been that she was on one of her big run abouts that she continued to do even after we claimed her. Fearless and full of energy, she roamed great spaces and would attack any varmint. She once had her throat torn by a nutria, a beaver type rodent that inhabits wetlands in Louisiana. And she almost died from the wounds inflicted by a pit bull that dared enter her space. She could always hear my car returning and would race across fields to be there to greet me when I arrived, pretending she had been there all along.
Toby, my first wire fox, was full of so much energy that he chewed up several doors and stainless water pans as a puppy. He could bounce up to 3 feet when greeting visitors, and never learned how to walk on a leash without gagging himself. Actually, he needs an entry all his own to detail his exploits.
