If you come visit my house and sit down, you have to be prepared to have a big brown dog set her big brown head on your lap. And then she’ll stand there for absolutely as long as you can possibly bear to continue petting her head.
She sleeps in our room, and many nights she’ll try to join us in bed. Mark will go sit in HER chair, which usually gets her interest, so she hops down and joins him.
Last night she was sitting on the floor looking at us, and I said something to him about the big brown dog staring at him.
“If you don’t make eye contact with her, she eventually goes away.”
Sure enough, she wandered away after a few minutes.
Sometimes we do let her climb in bed with us, but never if we actually expect to sleep. If she isn’t being petted, she wants to know why not and does her darndest to get our attention, up to and including making use of a really big wet sloppy tongue. And then, when she is getting petted, the big tail starts thumping.
Most of the time, though, she is one of the calmest dogs I’ve ever known, and since she’s such a big girl, that is something I’m grateful for. She seems to have fit into our family quite nicely, and even Katie, who might pretend otherwise, seems to like having her around.