Also when I used to get up at 6:30am he was asleep in my Dad's chair, at 6:45 he used to wake up and get in his basket as my Dad got up for work at 7am.
Same at night, I came home at 4pm, he was asleep, at 6.10pm he was at the door waiting for Dad to get home at 6:15pm
The Dog had a fantastic bond with my Dad, who actually hated Dogs. Sunday lunch all the neighbers had a few jars before lunch and one of them mentioned the little westie (Ross) saying that a relative was seling him for £80, conversation carried on about the price etc and Ross dogs pedigree, then this neighber mentioned the owner had been cruel to the dog.
The next few days my old man didnt say much then just asked us all if we wanted to have a dog and give him a loving home.
My Dad was so pissed off with this owner that he drove all the way to Exeter from Rotherham (in a time I dare not print) with the money money in his pocket. When they got there the dog was so timid it was a wonder he came out to be looked at. But even then he seemed to know what was happening. When he agreed to take the dog the guy actually refused to take payment, he ended up with the cash and a piece of my Dads mind before they left.
I hope we made a difference to that little doggys life as he certainly made a difference to ours. The memories still live on nearly 20 years later.