The trick to a good dog welcome

Dave has had to work a lot this week, and I know he really misses me when I'm at work.  That's why I make sure I give him a really nice welcome.  I usually know when he's coming back, when he's been away for a long time it means he's coming back soon. I prepare by standing right where he can see me first, so he knows I've missed him too.  Sometimes I end up standing there a while but it's worth it.

Preparing for Dave's safe return

The door makes a big noise when it opens but I can see him walking up the path first because he wears a special bright jacket for driving the bus, probably so that other drivers can tell someone's definitely driving the bus.  The trick is to start wagging my tail as soon as I see him coming, so that I achieve maximum wagginess by the time he gets in.

Dave always gives me a big fuss when he sees me.  I know that he'd like to take me everywhere if he could.  I'm sure I could be very helpful on the buses collecting tickets or just customer service; making everyone smile, but Dave says his friend Boss doesn't employ dogs.  That's discrimination but what are you going to do?  I'll help from home by being really ready for my fuss.

Getting my fuss to help Dave be a

Taking (photos of) the Ricky

Dave has been driving the bus at night this week.  This means that when Louise picks me up and we get home he's not there, although I always quickly check upstairs to be sure when we get home in case he's having a nap as I like to.  It's a bit quiet without him because he has such a loud laugh, but it's nice to spend time with Louise too.  She was looking on the lapcomputer last night and found some photos of me when I first moved in with Dave and Louise.  It was in another village before we moved to Disley or even Cheshire.  I looked so young and skinny!  I was worried this meant I had got fat but Louise said I was too thin back then and now I am just right.  This is good news; I was worried I wouldn't be allowed any more Pringles.

I look so little!

 This is a funny photo, I thought I must have been being helpful, but Louise said I had taken the brush to play with and wouldn't give it back!  I'm quite sure I was never that immature I'm sure she must be thinking of another ginger haired dog that lived in the area.  I am very helpful these days.  I always make sure that there is no food left on the floor in the kitchen and if someone leaves a wrapper anywhere I make sure there are no crumbs going to fall out of it.  I am also an accomplished bed, sofa and lap warmer, face washer and patio jet sprayer.  Overall seeing as all Dave and Louise have to do is feed me, wash and brush me, walk me and give up half their bed and sofa for me, I think they get a pretty good deal.

I am one helpful dog