My Pet: Prince rules the gang of happiness
I've been a light in the O'Malley household for almost 15 years now. Clare and David were only small when I joined, and they're all grown up now!
When I was a young Labrador, I had many places to go, many dogs to sniff and many people to jump on. OK, I might have been going a little too fast - whoever happened to be holding my lead might have got a jolt here and there. But I just wanted them to keep up! The world is so wonderful and spectacularly scented. There isn't a moment to waste.
I still run round the grass on our estate every day. I scramble my way up the stairs when they're doing something silly like hoovering up there and I have news.
But I suppose, like a fine wine, I've matured with age. In my dreams though, I'm still splashing around Silver Strand, gathering seaweed in my mouth. I like to dream in the living room. Heaven is biscuits in front of the fireplace and a good ear scratch while the four of them watch TV.
When I was about four, the family decided I needed a companion. Enter Charlie. He's a lot smaller than me but he trots about with Milly, his missus, thinking he owns the place. You should have seen the place when they had puppies! You couldn't go from A to B without stepping on a shih-tzu! But thankfully that business is done, and Charlie and myself are grand buddies again.
He's a mellow chap, and I like that. It's peaceful to watch him lie on his back, legs in the air, happy as Larry. I'm fond of Milly, too. She's always keeping busy, whether she's jumping up the stairs to help Mum put the clothes away or scrambling to her favourite place in the back seat, wanting a car journey.
The three of us are a little team and we love to make those humans feel better about everything. It's very easy actually. We just have to run around a field wagging our tails. Then we turn around, run back and check on them. Then we're off again, looking for adventure.
Our little gang isn't complete without Maggie, however. Our feline friend often joins us out the front. Sometimes she gets so excited, she then clambers up the tree, mewing, while I sniff out the goings-on at the bottom of it.
I could tell you more, but I smell chicken, so I'd best be off. Here's the gist of it: things have changed over the years. But Mum, Dad, Clare and David have always been there, and I know they love me lots and lots. And I love them. Lots and lots.
Clare O'Malley, Rahoon, Galway
Finest hour: Splashing around Silver Strand
Likes: Chicken and biscuits
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