Hurry up Poppy, I'm waiting

I often wonder if Poppy resents being bossed about so much by Bud. It is always her who dashes into the sea to fetch the ball whilst Bud waits impatiently in the shallows for her to bring it to him. She always, without fail, drops it for him to pick up and run proudly back with it in his mouth. She lets him eat her dinner, take over her bed, take the favourite antler out of her mouth, he is first in everything.

But then, the other sunny afternoon, she was lying fast asleep in their favourite spot by the patio doors when Bud came over and snuggled up next to her. She was deep in sleep but I clearly saw her tail wag. She loves him.