Me and N, my carer, have a four year-old male cocker spaniel named Rocco - he is officially The Greatest Thing Ever™. I know most people get all soppy and doe eyed when they talk about their pets and I can understand why - unconditional love is a powerful thing.
When he was a pup he did the usual puppy things: stealing socks, attacking ankles and generally being a small, but cute, menace. Like most dogs he’s got various toys he likes to play with, some more than others. He has a (bad) habit of breaking and then shredding tennis balls, so they get put inside an old sock so we can play tug-of-war. Some of his favourites play-things include a plastic ring and a string of rubber sausages.
He knows about 40 different words (most of which relate to food), all the usual commands like “sit”, “lie down” and “stay” with some not-so usual ones like “shut the door”, “kitchen” and “wake your dad” - the latter of those will cause him to race into the bedroom, leap on the bed and then treat me to a rude awakening and early wash.
As you can imagine, I have taken loads of photos of him in various situations, some of which I’ve included on my photo site and Flickr.
And for your continued viewing pleasure, we have a QuickTime movie of him trying to get another of his favourite toys off me:
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”