Biscuit is the latest, unplanned addition to our little pack on Mpetu. He came to us from our friends, thanks to a couple of their seven (yes, seven) dogs that had a little clandestine affair while no one was looking. He was the only one of his litter and is truly the only one of his kind. His mother, Emma, is a little Chihuahua cross Jack Russell and her father, Solo, is a Cairn Terrier... and Biscuit is just Biscuit. He has a curly Chihuahua tail which is too long for his body and wags him off his feet on regular occasions, while his fur is all terrier.

This little Terrier is the cutest creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of living with! Ever since he was a tiny puppy, he’s had an unerring independence and enjoys exploring and playing alone. Biscuit is currently in his teenage years so completely smitten with Yulara. Even though he is still a proper dog, while Peakay has been castrated (for our sanity), he has never challenged Peakay’s top dog spot.

Biscuit loves silly games with very small bits of fluff – he also loves climbing in buckets, hiding in places that Yulara can’t reach him and digging on the beach. He is an obsessive marker and will run the full length of the beach simply to pee on a log. Biscuit is the only one of our dogs that is really comfortable with the horses – perhaps because they were here before he arrived – and will lick their noses when given the opportunity and has even ridden Dougal (brave little soul).

For many years before the arrival of Biscuit, I had been saying that I wanted a cute, fuzzy terrier-type puppy that was small enough to ride horses with me but not a lap dog type. I firmly believe my prayers were heard and that Biscuit was manufactured just for me, although he very much belongs to all of us in the family.