His current favourite toy is an empty peanut butter pot. He kicks it around the living room like it’s a football, and then puts it on my lap when he gets bored of playing with it by himself as a way of asking me to throw it for him.

He’s kind of obsessed with the ladies at the moment. The poor lamb’s hormones are really raging, and make him fall head over heels in love with every ladydog we meet whilst out walking. One day little man, one day…

Every morning when I come downstairs after putting on my makeup, Ted attempts to lick it off my face. He sniffs along my cheeks if I’m wearing blusher, and makes mad attempts to lick any eyeshadow off my eyelids. I’m certain he thinks I go upstairs, smear my face in filth, then come downstairs for him to clean it off for me. (Oh, and I do NOT let him lick my face. I’m not one of *those* dog owners…yet ;)

He still loves to dig in the garden. We’re working on it. He still would eat every poop he does if we let him. We’re working on that too.

He’s slowly ridding our garden of fallen beech nuts, by scoffing them every chance he gets. Oh and speaking of the garden, he stands on pigeon watch most days just in case a pigeon dare land in his precious territory. When they do venture into our garden, he charges out at them, barking and huffing and puffing like a mad dog.

He’s obsessed with licking metal, and has been since we first met him at 5 weeks old and he sat licking my belt buckle. Watches, earrings, the metal detailing on my handbag…it’s all good stuff to Ted.

He’s a true lapdog, and will climb butt-first onto our laps any chance he can get.

The other day I had three raw chicken skins that I was going to throw in the bin, but instead I cooked them up and fed them to Ted. He looked at me with love in his eyes the whole rest of the evening.

When I cook, he stands at my feet with his eyes fixed on the floor, just waiting for things to fall from the counter. He also comes running at the sound of the peeler being used, because it usually means he’s about to get fed carrot peelings.

We call him Spud a lot of the time. And also Bunny, since he hops like one when he gets excited.

The little fuzz around his mouth is super soft, and super tickly. It almost makes up for the loss of that darling little tuft of hair he used to have on the top of his head, that sadly disappeared when he shed his puppy coat. Sob.

In the past few months I’ve caught him attempting to eat: Blue tack. A Pantone colour chip. A needle. A rusty nail. Deer poop. Several slugs and snails. Many, many pebbles. Many, many sticks. A Biro pen. Feathers from a dead bird. The squeaker from one of his toys. The case from my camera remote. A kirby grip. And a sock.

He gets antsy if I haven’t taken him out for a walk by 10am during the week, and sneaks up to the second or third step to try and get my attention.

Yep, I guess we love that little woof of ours a lot. He’s the greatest.