A day in the life of "Lucy" 

I look up and cock my head. Watching. My owners’ lips twitch, their hands move upwards over their head. Still not the signal. Must wait. Must be patient.

‘Fetch!’ And off I run, darting across the field in search of the ball. There it is! I zone in to scoop it up, all while still running and loop back to gallop towards my human.

‘Good girl Lucy,’ my owner yells, jumping up and down. I run faster to return to them. Dropping the ball at their feet, I immediately feel their hand ruffle my ears. I lean into the pat and rub my nose on their leg.

‘Now sit,’ they say. I sit, lay down and roll over, watching my humans hand signals intently. I sniff, could it be? It is! The treat balances on my nose and I wait… Wait... Wait... Go! I chew and wag my tail; my human is happy.

My human turns and starts to walk, slapping their leg twice and I trot to catch up and walk beside them towards the car. We get closer and what is this? A stranger and their dog a few metres away. I move closer to my owner, hugging their leg tightly as my hackles raise and my lip begins to curl. My human.

‘Stay Lucy,’ my owner says, and I sit, watching the strange dog closely. As soon as they pass I follow my owner again towards the car, then wait patiently as my human opens the door and I jump on in. Time for home.

Please be advised the information provided is purely an indicator of breed traits and characteristics and that within some breeds there can be significant variation.