This is my old girl Trudy, the 'thirty bob dog'. We had her the year of that wonderful summer of '76, when the sun never seemed to stop showing it's glory to us. She was our crowning glory of that year. She was the most gentle creature imaginable with humans but had a ferocity which belied her medium stature. I remember one occasion when two German Shepherds went for her. I've never seen a sight like it in my life. She hit one with her shoulder and bowled it over and then took the other one by the scruff of the neck and threw it to the ground and stood over it while it just looked up at her. The other one had scarpered. They were dogs and she was a bitch. She was Ann's favourite dog. She died in 1991 aged 14.