If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die,
I want to go where they went.
                                                                                                

There have always been dogs in my life; from my grandfather's police dog, the Papillon from home, my Siberian huskies and Alaskan malamutes, to our present Rhodesian ridgeback and beagle. I trained my sled dogs; in the winter months I could be found in the snow. With our Rhodesian ridgeback I walked the Camino Primitivo, the silent pilgrimage way to Santiago de Compostela through the mountains of Asturias and Galicia. Our beagle Guus is a lovely stubborn hunting dog, who increasingly gets a supporting role in my books.