Was in the forest with the dogs yesterday p.m., we got soaked. And again after being towel dried, Flavie sped through the flat… Then settled down in the biggest dog bed to lick her paws and legs dry. Bad job I had done with the towel. A princess she is indeed.
When I (as usual) gave her funny names yesterday when coming home (big dogs waiting right behind the door for me, little one came running from somewhere, went between the others and fell right on my feet – lots of active submission towards us people on special occasions), Sweetheart said in his “Flavie-voice” : Why are you calling me always this, when I have a name. A name I have. And a title. I have a TITLE. Oh yes, you have, cutie.