When I’m not sleeping, eating, playing, sniffing or guarding, I like, no demand, to be patted. After all, one has to feel like the princess one is.

My parents, by proxy, are my usual patters, but any visitor can pat me – I’m not fussy. I like to be stroked especially under the chin – oh, it does send me to doggy heaven when they do that.

If my parents get cheeky and ignore my pleas to be patted, I would first put on the most dejected puppy dog look. If that fails then I would paw/scratch them until they take notice of little old me. After all, what are parents but sources of love and affection for their children?