Bartlett thinks she built this house all by herself and staffed it with two compliant humans.
She has never slept anywhere but on our bed, from the day we brought her home. (Though she is about to take an overnighter out of town; we'll see how that works.)
She manipulates one or the other of us (usually Cranky) into taking her outside for a game of fetch, ANY TIME she wants.
We trot her food and water bowls from room to room (and outdoors, too), so she'll never be at a loss for a bite or a lick.
We are good servants.
But if you think that sounds bad, that's as bad as it gets.
She doesn't beg for human food because it doesn't work.
She is getting cuddlier by the day, as the root beer in her veins from puppyhood calms down.
She has done pretty well with behavior training. Pretty well; still working on "come," and she's almost two.
She is basically a nice dog with ultra soft fur and unbelievable muscle mass. Kinda ugly-pretty.
We are pwned.