I love our current dog just like the last one, who died too soon and left a void in my heart. We (my dog and I) joke that if I die at home he'll wait at least 3 days to start eating me, which gives my immediate family a decent chance of checking in and finding that I vapor locked or something. Keep a pretty corpse you know; but in the end if I'm dead I really wouldn't mind if its lions or polar bears or my dog that eats my bones.

Sully has obviously been trained in all the social graces, he is a good pup and stays very close during walks, but has a protective streak that means when the plumber says hello he is as likely to nip his hand as wag his tail and say hello. Not sure where he gets that, except from some mistaken sense that he is protecting us. But he will give one short, sharp bark to most strangers, and sometimes lunge. Enough that we keep him leashed and wait for plenty of human contact before letting him sniff the person's crotch.

My private dread in life, we invite the Queen of England for tea, and Sully sniffs her crotch. "Ooo! Oh my!" One would definitely follow the other.