In spite of being a certified Cocker Spaniel, Sheba seems to be going for more of a miniature Afghan Hound or perhaps 1950s Hollywood Lassie look. She is very insistent that she is named after the Biblical queen rather than the cat food, and has a raging fuss addiction, being unable to see a lap without laying her head on it and letting her big brown eyes do their magic, or, less endearingly, barking until you stroke her. She does outdoors too, and loves a long walk in the countryside, even if she does tend to get rather ahead of herself and us.
Now too our youngest pair of rascals, Willow and Nell, linked only because we got them at the same time and they tend to go round or stay in together, sometimes teaming up with Sheba, the next youngest to do their three stooges routine. Their relative youth probably explains why they are the most tolerant of the litters of puppies, and will actually play with them, unlike the older dogs who do their best to deny their very existence.