Where it all began.

Toffee was a rescue though they weren’t called rescues back when he came into my life in the early 80’s. He came from the pound where he had been left with his mother. Apparently the person who owned them thought they were too much trouble so he simply let them go.

One of my fondest memories of Toffee where the long walks we took every evening, he was the best company a Bear could want.

Toffee was a lovely boy whose time with me was far too short.

Toffee is responsible for my lifelong passion for Afghan Hounds.