I've just read Cro's blogpost about Who Loves You.
It is an unconditional affection. The Pirate used to have two dogs...Big Dog, Little Dog...
Frank the Black Labrador and Rocky the Patterdale...Black with frosting!
Frank was like Cro's Bok, but Rocky was the boss!! Always underground at the slightest excuse, getting himself and his man grubby and late!!
Turning up nonchalantly behind you when he'd been hunted for for ages with that "who, me? whats all the fuss?" look on his face.
Rocky is buried by the holes he loved to disappear down most.
He is still by his favourite place, the living room fire...just that his ashes are in a box.....
We miss them both.
Having a dog isn't possible here, or any more....but we can still go for walks with and say hello to other peoples' dogs!!