Because I have learned to do somersaults again in my old age and attempt to prise handbags, pens, coats anything he can grab in his iron like jaws. I have learned not to wear a scarf having been almost choked when he grabbed the end and tried to pull me along.
I love my dog when I see coal chewed up and spread over my carpets and settee. I love my dog A Springer that has learned
How to jump up on sideboards and tables to Nick eggs! Cakes! Any thing he fancies.
I love my dog who when I go to put him in my Smartcar (no longer Smart.) en route he will tie me in knots with his lead, when in my vehicle he will roar like The Hound Of Baskerville knowing he is off to the woods for a run.
Yes I Love My Dog.