Smooches, smooches and more smooches!

Snoozing on the puppy-couches or on the nearest friendly hoomans lap.

Singing. Loudly. Wherever we can find the best echo.

Going to the park to run and run and run and run and run and run and......

Digging up bugs and rolling in the compost. One winter Fraser buried himself in a compost heap and we could only see his eyes, the end of his nose and one ear. We think he had help.

Not being allowed to open presents before Santapaws has been. And then getting in trouble for eating the tree decorations. What do they expect us to do? Those reindeer have legs!!

Baths. Why do we need to get rid of our dirt? It's hard work getting this dirty!

People who mistreat animals and other people.

Fraser hates the neighbours playing with the hose out of his reach.

When there's cooking going on in the kitchen and we have to sit the other side of the glass door with all the smells wafting out and just watch.