I do not usually post stories about my dogs, but today I want to, so here you go :
I had two dogs but sadly they both died earlier this year due to old age.
My first baby is called Gothan, he was a bit older and non castrated so he could sometimes be challenging. But he was also very gentle and affectionate, it's really hard to accurately describe his behavior since it was the perfect mix of brat and loveable teddy bear.
My family adopted him when I was still a child, and they made sure I understood to give the dog personal space whenever he needed to. I always thought he didn't love me, because everytime I came to pet him while he was napping, one glance at me and he would just let out the biggest sigh, so I'd just give him a few pats on the head and leave him be, thinking I was bothering him. I figured that he was like a cat, that he only wanted to receive affection whenever he wanted.
At some point when he was around 3 years old I decided to look up some dog body language out of curiosity. Turns out that when a dog sighs like that it means that they are relaxed. In other words, all those times I tried to pet Gothan during his naps and whatnot he was just making me aware that this was a good time, he was chilling and open to affection.
It broke my heart so much to discover this misinterpretation, even more so because we adopted our second dog in the meantime, who was more outwardly affectionate. He must've felt so left out to see us giving his baby sister more love. So at that time I took the matter into my own hands, and showered that boy with as much pets as he wanted until the end of his life. And of course it had a huge positive effect on him : he started to nuzzle against our legs whenever we were near him, sometimes he'd walk next to me just to be petted while walking, and I also became one of the very few people he licked (thing he never did before.) His spent his last day cuddled up against me, and I made sure to pet him for hours before he was inevitably put down.
So the moral of this first story is : understand your dog's body language, please ! Don't make the same mistake as I did. Of course I was a kid back then, I had no way of knowing it before the moment I actually found out about it, but still.
The second story is about my second dog, Inga. She was a year and a half younger than Gothan, and she was so smart and so affectionate. Like she learned that if she pushed the water bowl with her nose, we would understand that it was empty, and fill it back with water. Meanwhile Gothan's strategy before she arrived was to just wait next to us... Watch us ominously... Waiting for us to figure out if he either wanted to go out, to play, to receive pets or have his water bowl refilled. Not the most efficient one lmao
Since my parents figured that I knew how to behave with a puppy since I learned that with Gothan, they were a bit less strict with me during Inga's childhood. And while I didn't do anything outwardly wrong, like I was very gentle and nice to this baby girl, the concept of personal space flew out of the window without the constant eye of my parents on me. My personal space was hers, and hers was mine.
This story about her happens much later than Gothan's. I graduated, was in college but still lived with my mom. After my parents divorce a few years back I assumed the major part of the responsability for my dogs. While I didn't pay for their food, I was the one preparing them their meals, keeping up with the vet and their medications, taking them on walks, etc etc.
Those were responsabilities that I took little by little over the years, to the point where my dogs knew that they should come to me if they had an issue (even before the divorce). Gothan was bothering Inga ? Well Inga would come nuzzle against me, and since Gothan knew I didn't wanted him to bother her he'd just turn around and stop the moment she approached me lol. A toy was stuck under the couch ? They went to me to ask for help.
We also developped a nightly routine, where I would signal them that I was going to sleep by just closing all the lights downstairs and waiting by the stairs for them to lay down in their favorite spot, they would receive a kiss goodnight and then I went upstairs to my room.
Except one day Inga refused to go to her favorite spot. Usually it's Gothan who lingered a few minutes more before, but not this time it was her. She would lay down on her spot, which was near the front door, but then stand back up immeditaly. I tried to figure out what was wrong, but she didn't need water, she didn't need pets, nothing had changed in that spot so I couldn't figure out what it was.
When I would ask her what was wrong, she would just start to circle in the living room and looked at me expectantly. And that was a behavior she never had so I was completely clueless. And if I decided to give up and go back to my room, then Inga would bark in her "something is wrong and I need help" kind of bark.
And so after an hour of trying to figure out what was wrong, my last option was to move her dog bed to her favorite spot, in hopes to make it more enticing for her. And guess what ? She immeditaly laid down there and went to sleep. To this day I still don't know why she suddenly wanted her dog bed there, but ever since that day I moved her dog bed to her spot by the front door every night, and moved it back to its original spot every morning (since it was in the way and we needed to leave the house at some point.)
I don't know what kind of moral this story has, I am just flabbergasted by her mind who one day figured out "that if dog bed could be moved when people vacuumed, then the dog bed could be moved to the favorite spot every night !"
It's kind of a long post, but I hope y'all enjoyed those stories.
Here's a picture of them (Inga is the one on the back of the pic, Gothan is the one on the front)