For the past 13 years, give or take a day or two, we have shared our daily existence with our golden retriever – Amy by name and ultra-gentle by nature. Nothing like George’s terrier, Yorrick, in George and the Golden Letterseed, except that her nose is just as sensitive as his. I’m convinced she would have found Hieronymus just as quickly, although whether or not she’d have retrieved the Letterseed sapling must be open to doubt. In Amy’s world, if it’s not edible, it may well be worthless. Whatever – as the saying goes, life without a dog at your side is possible but meaningless 🙂