“When I moved from Argentina to Manhattan I didn’t have the heart to have a large dog, but I promised my seven kids we would get a dog when we moved into a house and had the space and time to care for a dog.
We moved to Riverdale and got a Bearded Collie. After a few years we got second Beardie.
The first Beardie lived to be eleven and the younger one died at only three, from epilepsy.
I could not get another dog because I felt I would be trying to replace the other two, but every time I walked in the street and saw a Bearded Collie, my heart would jump out.”