Troonisms
Troon is always waiting to greet us with a furry friend, whether away for two hours or two minutes. She holds them gently in her mouth, wags her tail incessantly and speaks in her grumbling, yet welcoming tones.
At night, she loves to be tucked in bed, wrapped in a warm blanket. She's out before you can say rumpelstiltskin. Troon can't seem to stay up any later than 9pm.
The mere scent of a biscuit immediately sends her into the sit or down position without a hand signal or a word spoken.
Troon loves to have her belly rubbed. She doesn't like the cold kitchen floor or when it's cold and wet outside.
Walks are often brought to an abrupt halt by... Troon; without warning she becomes Tigger, jumps two feet in the air, throws one of her paws over the lead, before looking you in the eye as if to say, 'Now what are you going to do about that?'
She should have been called sniffer or hoover. When walking with her, she sweeps back and forth, never taking her nose off the ground.
Troon loves to run free in Richmond Park. She's generally good with her recalls, but we cannot let her near joggers - she seems to know instinctively .. her future lies in being a running partner.
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