We're so Lucky to have a loving pooch
Published 27/11/2016 | 02:30
As I approach the estate, I spy a Jack Russell perched in the window of the house.
When I pull into the driveway, his ears start to curl, chocolate button eyes pop and the minute I alight from the car, he leaps onto the floor and skids into the hallway where he nose-bumps the glass door while rattling open the handle.
I am greeted with licks on the cheeks, on the lips, and he nips at my hair before he races around the kitchen in laps and returns with a toy, tennis ball, or shoe - his cue for playtime.