Years and years ago there was a farm on the central estate, where Rovers Rugby Club is now. My Grandad my Dads Dad used to deliver milk there. One day he came home with a dog. A Border Terrier called Mac . It followed Grandad everywhere. A good ratter my Dad used to say never missed a one. So when we wanted a dog. A Border Terrier was the only breed Dad would let us have .We got Bobby a lovely Border. Years later when we had left home Mam and Dad got Mac the second. Borders are a scruffy looking little dog but they are loyal loving full of fun and just a bit stubborn. We had good times xxx