“Even if I take him out for three hours every day, and go and chat to him for another hour, that leaves twenty hours for him all alone with nothing to do. Oh, why can't dogs read?” ― Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love (1945)
The pooch looking at you now is named Bentley. I met him on a vacation in Hilton Head, S.C., this past fall, and he fascinated me enough that I made him the subject of a prior post. Even though Nancy Mitford was an aristocrat with more high-toned tastes than mine, I don’t think that Bentley would have had any trouble securing and sustaining her affection, either.