Meet Poppy Loo-Loo

This is our dog Poppy.

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(Also known as "Poppy-Loo-Loo" "Pops" and "La Chien")

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We've had her since she was a puppy and she just had her 13th birthday in May.

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She has no idea she is an old lady and would still quite happily jump in the river after sticks if we let her (which we don't).

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On her walk yesterday she found an expired rabbit that she began to tuck into (sorry Rachael Rabbit)

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As I sit here typing this, I can't help but notice the rabbit is making it's presence known. Poppy is asleep at my feet, blissfully unaware of the near-fatal-toxic smells emanating from her rear end, whilst I have half my t-shirt over my face to stop my eyes from watering.

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She's also a little hard of hearing.

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Except when the postman rings the doorbell at some unearthly time of the morning and then she wakes the whole neighbourhood up with her protective barking.

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Oh, and she always manages to hear me opening a tin of tuna!

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She still likes to investigate rubbish bins and is over the moon if she finds some fox pooh to roll in (bleuch).

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"But fox pooh smells so yummy"
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"Well now I just smell like wet dog!"
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She was very tolerant of having a baby brought into her life

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"It's staying for how long?!"
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Especially when the baby turned into a toddler

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"Get this thing off of me"
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She still likes her cuddly toys - here are her duck and zebra

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Zebra on the receiving end of a darn-good thrashing.

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We used to have another dog called Daisy.

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I will share her with you in another post.

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