So back home in Melbourne, we have 3 dogs. I shall now introduce you to them.
This is Phoebe. She's now 12 years old, and is a Maltese Shih-Tzu. She is ridiculously snobby, and has extremely delicate tastes. She won't come to you when called, unless she wants a pat. If you change her food, she will know and turn her nose up at it and look at you with derision. She is now deaf too. Poor thing.
This is Basil. The man of the family. He is now 7 years old, and is enormously fat. He's a Cavalier King Charles. We were wondering why the hell he was getting so fat and we found out it was because he would sneakily eat the other dogs' food when we weren't watching, so now we have to feed him in a separate room. He's ok with that. He is really loving, and loves to stand on your chest and lick your face. This wasn't a problem until he got fat, and now it feels like he's crushing your chest.
This is Coco. She is now about a year old, and a bit bigger than this photo. But it's too darn cute to not use it. She is a Spoodle (cocker spaniel x poodle). She is a complete mental case and is extremely active. She also loves anyone and everyone that comes within 100 miles of her, and will immediately accost them with jumping and licking. For some reason she likes to try to lick peoples' eyes. Gross.
Sigh. I miss them