She loves curling up on the back of the sofa where she can gaze out of the window at the cars as they drive by.
She loves cuddles on the bed first thing on a morning, and tummy rubs, lots of tummy rubs.
She loves grabbing the end of the toilet roll and running round the house like she’s the Andrex puppy.
Dixie enjoys going out for walks on the fields behind our house. She loves splodging through the beck and chasing tennis balls.
Unfortunately, it never ends well for the tennis balls. She also loves to shred them, ripping at the felt and eating it, until bald patches appear.
She loves to sleep under furniture, but she’s getting a bit big for that now.
She loves to steal things and run round the house with them in her mouth so you have to chase her. Sometimes she does this with poo from the garden. We call this code brown, because it’s an emergency situation and it takes both of us to catch her.
She loves to pull her toys out of their bag one by one, leaving them scattered across the living room floor like a puppy toy massacre.
She loves chicken and steak and cocktail sausages. She’s not so impressed with dog food.
She loves to sniff out next door’s dog through the hole in the fence. He sometimes leaves toys there for her and she brings them proudly into the house, and then ignores him whenever we happen to meet on a walk.
She loves playing with dogs much bigger than her. She’s not so keen on the little yappy ones.
Dixie loves fuss and attention and playing. Mostly she’s just loving life.
I love having a dog.
How could you not love that face?