Okay, so I’ve been palling around with only one terrier, Frankie, the pup in the picture frame. And he’s not even a total terrier. Part Yorkie maybe, mixed with a little poodle (does that make him a Yodel)? A bit Bichon? Your guess is as good as mine — unless you want to pay for the DNA testing.
But Frankie is living proof that you shouldn’t always be a stickler for details. He was saved from the hound hoosegow, and maybe from execution, by my friend Rebecca Boren, under the auspices of Arizona Schnauzer Rescue. Frankie doesn’t really look schnauzerish, but since no Arizona Cute Fuzzy Dog Rescue organization exists, Rebecca improvised. And Frankie thrives.