....that cold moist nose in the morning, next a lick across your cheek. You try to hide in the blanket, but he thinks it`s hide and seek.

... those sad brown eyes, the ears held back, the head that`s hanging down. You raised your voice to scold him whilst your face conveyed a frown.

... that faithful friend that sleeps so close and watches all the doors, you needn`t worry where he is, cause you always hear his snores.

... keep those memories of devotion that`s filled with loyalty...

and always that `tug at your heartstrings` from this canine Royalty.

Jan Cooper 1990