When I was 13 our 13old dog died. My dad we (mum, brother and I) could pick a dog but he would have nothing to do with it.
Of course our GR had other ideas and adored him.
She constantly retrieved things that didn't need retrieving, she ate a whole birthday cake and would eat anything, retrieving tins from the bin to lick out.
She would often walk past with a cat attached to her tail seemingly oblivious.
I had a navy blue school uniform, GRs do not mix with navy.
She loved ging in the car, she was happy to sit in the car while it was being washed, or it was just on the drive.
She was also a bit thick, she would lie so close to the fire she would singe her fur, was always startled when she farted, she would look at her bum as if to say, "What was that?".
As a small puppy she would sleep in a ball on the stone square at the side of the fire (60 style fireplace) as she got bigger her head would drop off, she would get up, bark at the stone and try to go to sleep again, cue head falling off and repeat.
As an adult she would sometimes sit (her bum just fitted) on the square looking puzzled.
Again as a [uppy she could get under the cottage suite to hide (eat the latest thing she had stolen) but had no idea she didn't fit as an adult, so she would just hide her head and think we couldn't see her.
The breeder ours came from would only sell to families with either someone home all day or another dog, I don't know if that is common.