The smell which I most cherish might sound peculiar, but it was from the day we brought our eight week old Airedale puppy home. This soft, warm and fuzzy little bundle of fun, wrapped in a blanket, snoring on my lap. Her smell was like maple syrup and her ears like cinnamon biscuit, almost warm and toasted. It’s the smell I keep with me and why we named her Toastie.

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