This is my mom -- the woman who started us all in terriers about 80 years ago, with her first dog, Trouble. My mom is also the person that first got me in the field collecting beetles and butterflies, and it was her father (my grandfather) that got me hooked on fishing.
The dog is a rescue named Darwin (he came with the perfect name!) who lives to sit on my Mom's lap.
Darwin is being raised right, as was I.
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