And this was our first springer, my baby, Jessie, sniff, sniff, sniff, I lost her 3 years ago. She was such a smart dog. She knew that once I planted my vegetable garden, she was not allowed in there. All I had to say was "out of the garden" once or twice in spring and she abided by that rule the rest of the summer. But she knew that once she saw me digging out the potatoes and carrots in the fall, it was ok again for her to come in the garden for a few cuddles and pets and maybe to beg for a carrot
)) dogs love carrots!!! And she was such a sensitive dog. Our horses got out once and tromped through my garden leaving big holes to fix up wherever they stepped. I was not very happy about the damage they had done and was sniffling and along came Jessie to give me a hug. She knew she was not supposed to be in the garden but she also knew something was wrong too. Every time I came home from shopping, she was there to greet me. We had this routine. I would open the door of my vehicle and lean down to greet her, she would come running, I would say, "how is my pretty girl, did she miss me?" and Jessie would put her front feet in the vehicle and stretch up and give me a hug.
And if I was perhaps lying down on the couch and reading, Jessie would come along and just sit and stare at me, with her head right by my face. She was pretty hard to ignore but I pretended to anyhow. After awhile, she would put one paw up on the couch making it even more difficult to ignore her. Then she would scratch her paw a few times and of course finally I had to say, ok, come on up. And then she would go down by my feet, jump up there, and slowly snuggle herself all the way up until she was all stretched out with her head wrapped under my one arm. She was such a loving dog. But she would never go on furniture in the house unless she was asked.
