During my trips I used to take a Australian Sheepdog with my who respondent to the name of Bonnie (sometimes). As I was all alone she was great company walking off when lunch was brewing. Then just as I began sitting comforable I would feel her wet nose in my neck. Ambusing me from behind with her tail moving frantically <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

The one sad thing was though that she would never come near a fire...her natural instinct was victorious over her desire to be with me <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />