<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12pt"><P>I am also going to start with what I **don't** love right now - I wrote to the DD some months ago about Morse's waking too early for breakfast. The suggestion of biscuits before bed went down well and he slept longer. At first. Now it has reverted and he has the biscuits too. This morning it was 4.50am when he did his loud shakedown which serves as an alarm clock and wakes us both instantly. I checked the time and yelled 'its too early' just as I saw his tail disappear down the stairs. I then do his breakfast and it seems churlish to send him back upstairs once I am down. *sigh*</P>
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<P>But I love Morse naughtiness, his sense of fun, his velcra-ness in needing to be with me when I'm in the house. I love the way, when we're out, he gets a glint in his eye. That happened last night when walking away from the quayside. Walking through the fields, I thought he was following me. Turned to find him standing still in the field with nose high in the air. NO I shouted across to him, but too late, he was out of the field and running back to the quayside - I was almost collapsed by the time I caught him up as I remembered some fish-guts on the quay being used as bait - </P>
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<P>With Pumbaa ATB, my favourite thing he did was his howl. When I got home from work, I would look through the kitchen window. Dadslave would be with him, and Pumbaa would see me through the window and throw back his dear head - sometimes no noise came out - just a lovely "0" shape to his mouth.....</P>
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<P>Becky, Morse and Pumbaa ATB</P></div></body></html>