Who doesn’t love Yorkies? I’m 80 years old now, but when I bought Pixie from Before the Bridge dog rescue, I was 74.

It’s been my privilege to have at least a dozen dogs, often three at a time, I considered family, since my middle son, Laury, was born in 1966. That year, my husband, Don, and our firstborn, Michael, moved from St. John’s Avenue in Winnipeg to St. Andrews, Manitoba, Breezy Pt Rd,...

My Uncle Pete, as expected, drove into our tree-lined farmyard. I felt myself sag as the tires drove puffs of dust into the air. Dad walked rapidly from the house, getting into the back of the blue 1949 Ford coupe just as it rumbled to a halt. Uncle Pete immediately pumped on the gas pedal, leaving a cloud of dirt in his wake. I knew they would pick up Uncle Ed, who lived just down the road. They ...