….. must be wondering what happened to their beautiful dog.
Tommy has been with us for three and a half weeks now, and we still haven’t found a single vice in him.
He sits and waits for his dinner until he is told he can have it.
He can be walked off the lead, never goes more than 20 metres away, and comes when called.
He is fully house-trained.
He is incredibly affectionate.
He gets on with other dogs.
He goes to bed when we do and sleeps all night.
He understands “No!” and stops whatever he is doing.
He is really rather beautiful – although I may be biased. 🙂
In the evening, at about 8.00 pm, he wants to be cuddled. I mean a proper cuddle, on my lap, all 24 kilos of him. He sits and looks up at me like this
until I make space for him, when he climbs up, digging his dear little claws into my thighs, then puts his head on my chest and falls asleep. When his weight becomes more than my legs can bear, I put him down and tell him to go and lie down, which he does instantly, either curling up on one of his blankets, or climbing onto a chair.
He has been somebody’s well-loved pet, I am certain. Wherever they are, whatever caused them to be separated, I wish I could tell them that he’s well and happy, because they must be wondering.