I've had five dogs. All of them were really great, beginning with Pepper when I was ten (but he ran away all the time because my parents didn't want him neutered). Then Chili, who was nice, but brain-damaged (a rescue puppy, he would sometimes fall into trances and bite me). Later on, Bean Dip was adorable, although Cranky wasn't totally fond of him. I missed him so much when he died that I bought a replica to replace him, Bean Sprout, who was nice and beautiful and smart, but not affectionate.
And now we have Bartlett, the first girl dog I've ever had. She's smart, athletic, pretty much obedient, funny, nice... and affectionate.
I could bore you, describing all those behaviors, but you get it, right? Yeah. So here's the behavior I want to share with you: She stops me and Cranky when we're squabbling. This is a relatively new thing (she'll be four in a few months). When the man and I begin to raise our voices over some dispute, Bartlett climbs up on my shoulders at the back of my neck (this always takes place in bed, a lovely place for squabbling). She spreads herself from one shoulder to the other, her ears flattened back (a sign of sadness), and leans her head around to the front. She puts her soft muzzle right up against my mouth, pressing gently, urging me to Shut the Front Door.
"Stop talking loud! Don't make those sounds anymore!" (Why she chooses me and not Cranky? I'm going to have to think really hard about that.)
It always works. I shut up, and so does Cranky. We laugh a little, actually, and comfort her, because she feels so sad. It's a little embarrassing, to tell the truth.
I love her the most.