Whenever adults described me as a child they always inserted a modifier: they said I was terribly shy or horribly shy or, the most painful of all, painfully shy. But even as a shy kid I was never bored or without friends. That’s because I surrounded myself with words and pictures.
I didn’t want a Poodle. The breed was not on my Top Ten list of dogs. Or my Top One Hundred. But today, after owning two such dogs, I consider the Standard Poodle to be Nature’s best kept secret. And I am not alone.