Scooter and her bad boy dog crush

One of my new year's resolutions is to be more regular with blogging.  I had kind of forgotten I wrote a blog.  So here I am back on the blog-wagon.

Other new year's resolutions include:
- learning how to make shortcrust pastry
- not buying any new clothes (excluding underwear and swimmers) - use what I have and opshop all the way
- moving more and eating less - this prompted this week's goal of 'swim a K every day' - I need to crack the three digit barrier
- cooking my way through Julie Goodwin's 20/20 book (I did this last year with Jamie Oliver's 15 minute meals - great way to try heaps of new recipes and really commit to a cookbook)
- reading War and Peace
...
and whatever else I decide to try!

Anyway, onto today's blog topic.  My dog Scooter and her bad boy dog crush.  Over Christmas we went down to Armidale to hang out with family and friends.  We stayed most of the time at my friend's farm, where she had two dogs.  One was a border collie like Scooter, and the other was a cattle dog cross called Charlie.

Scooter could not leave Charlie alone.

She would follow him everywhere, yipping to get his attention.  She would gaze longingly at him. She would visit his pen when he was locked away for the night.  She would find a ball and bring it to him.  She would get into his space at every opportunity.

 If she could, I think Scooter would have Charlie's name tattooed on her neck, and photos of Charlie pasted up in her kennel.  She would find excuses to walk by his locker and gaze at him across the classroom.  She would write poetry and sing Taylor Swift.

Every couple of hours Charlie would tire of her obsessive behaviour and roll her, pin her to the ground with a paw and mouth her neck, just to show her who was boss.

Scooter loved it and would come back for more every time.  Treat me mean.  I'm yours.

It was slightly embarassing to be the owner of a complete Charlie fangirl.

Even now when we are home again we mention Charlie and she looks around, hoping he will appear at the door, ready for her love.

And I thought I would have to deal with my daughter's crushes.....not the dog's.