As soon as you brought Dylan out he ran in the wrong direction, but eventually he came to us and sat directly on my daughter’s knee. I think that was when we fell in love with him. We could have taken him home straight away. When we picked him up from the vets, after his dental work, we thought he might be a bit subdued... but he was very lively and ready to pull us up the road to the car.
He was adventurous, playful and always had his nose to the ground following a scent which often landed him in some of the smelliest mud you can imagine. He didn't learn that this would result in him having a bath.
He often chased the chickens but when he'd 'caught' them, he didn't quite know what to do with them, so just nudged them along the ground with his nose.
Whilst we loved him dearly, he wasn't perfect. He liked to protect me (or a sock, or a shoe, or a blanket), quite fiercely sometimes, but it was only the other dogs he was protecting me from... the cat and humans were ok, apparently.
He was always the first face at the back door when I came home from work, and always brought me a 'present' (a shoe, or a towel or whatever was available) and raced round the garden with it.
The day we lost him was heart-breaking, and I'll always miss that funny little face at the window.