Good old Lukey

When I was younger my mum bought a Patterdale Terrier. I named him Luke after one of my toys - a black TY called Luke. He was so little when we bought him, you'd never imagine the little power house he'd grow in too. We took Luke to obedience classes, in hind sight a bit too late. There we found out he hated sheep dogs and we were told not to bring him back to the classes. He wasn't at all a nasty dog thought just took a dislike very much like people do.
I must have been about 6 or so when we bought him and as I grew up he'd sleep with me in my bed (under the sheets, as close to you as he could get). He'd pull on the lead when he'd first go out, dig and cover us in sand when we went to the beach, he had loads of energy but he was the most loyal little thing you could have wished for.
He was best trained on his own, he's come to call/whistle if you let him off the lead. He'd sit and bed. He was my dog of a life time. When he died I cried terribly. Even though he was a family pet he always was mine. I would love to buy another one of this breed but I don't think they'd ever compare to Luke. I recommend one, but you must be firm because they have little man syndrome otherwise and like love lots of walks and things to do!