He always tried to join our guests as they departed. He once broke free at a park and attempted to join another family getting into their car. They hadn t arrived with a dog - but they almost left with one. On our travels, he would enter any open motel room door. The leash would just disappear around the door frame and Tristan would be charming the occupants, asking where they were headed and whether he could come along.
Cockers love everybody .
That's the sad and simple truth. Oh, sure, it would be nice to think they'd pine away without us. It would soothe our egos to believe they consider us irreplaceable. Romantic notions of doggie devotion are a luxury we are not allowed. As for sacrifice and and heroism, opportunities for unselfish acts and and heroic deeds are rare when you live in a house in the suburbs.