William's loving.

William is my miniature wire-haired dachshund. He's 4, very naughty and a little possessive. When I get home from work I play with the dogs (I have another dachshund called Edward). They rough and tumble, chase after each other and play fight. Sometimes I just lie and watch them. I think they imagine that they're two wild wolves, when in fact they're two slightly nervous and neurotic sausage dogs. When they've finished William smothers me. It's pretty grim as he has a gribbly beard coated in food, so I have to keep my mouth tightly closed and then scrub my face. I'm not sure whether or not he's being affectionate, but I like to think he is.