Foxy is a Manchester Terrier that we had for about two years. I was singing at a Humane Society event and Foxy was one of the animals there that evening in hopes of finding a home. She hopped up into my mom's lap and never left. My mom always loved little dogs and Foxy fit the bill. She was 10 years old, or so we thought, when we adopted her. Her owner had died of cancer and she had been surrendered. We had a great two years with her...she died in 2002 just about a week before Christmas. We learned a couple years later that Foxy was likely closer to 14 years old when she was surrendered so she lived a nice, long life.