^^ No such thing as a "normal" dog either, in my experience!
All my dogs are weirdos, but it's the same with every dog I've ever had, as well as all of my friends' dogs. Every one is unique and, of course, weird.
I've got 5 (currently), so buckle in for a long one!
Eldest Boy has a Don't Tread On Me policy. He is super laid back and tolerant of all the younger dogs, but by God if anyone touches him with a paw as they walk by, they get an earful. Also, every now and again when they younger pups are wrestling, he'll position himself just outide their imaginary sumo-circle, so that if anyone steps out of it, they're near enough to him that he can give them a nice BOOF! I really want to have one of those american Don't Tread On Me flags made up, but with his face instead of the snake! He also knows over 50 commands, using either verbal command, hand signal, or both. He's brilliant and I love him to bits.
Biggest Girl is absolutely mental. There is too much to list. I'm absolutely certain she was horribly abused before she came to us. She is massive and must be scary looking to anybody who actually manages to catch a glimpse of her. But they don't. She TERRIFIED of everything that is not me, DH, our other dogs, and our house.
Middle Girl is so light on her feet you can't hear her walk, even on wood floors. She can (and will) climb anything, with stunning agility. She is not afraid of anything in the world, has never met a stranger, and is made of enthusiasm and almost nothing else. She looks like a slightly small, very short haired Border Collie, and she is adorable. The way she looks, I can only describe as "generic dog as drawn by any little kid". She is ideal.
Youngest Girl is bizarre. She's clearly from some kind of hog-hunting stock. She's got the face of a Staffy, but she's got the most prominent Ridgeback ridge I have ever seen in person. She's also sooo ugly - that is NOT an insult; I love an ugly dog! In low light, you think her fur is black, but in direct sunlight, it's this patchy tan and brown. She is the sassiest dog I've ever met. She will not take no for an answer and instead barks back.
I've saved the best for last. Youngest Boy. Ohhh what to say about this dude. He looks JUST like Santa's Little Helper from the Simpsons; long and lanky and awkward. He is graceful, agile Middle Girl's littermate, yet somehow is the clumsiest dog I've ever seen, ever. When encountering any new vessel containing water - be it a new bowl, a bucket filled by the rain, a puddle, whatever - he dunks his entire snoot to the bottom of it. He trips over himself. He knocks anything and everything off the table. He falls off the sofa. I don't think he knows where his limbs are, or if they are even his. He barrels across the room and doesn't stop in time, so he splats into the wall. He never walks anywhere; he runs or jogs at all times, no matter what. If you see him galloping from the side, he looks like a graceful greyhound, but if he's running straight toward you, from the front he looks like a deficient deer. He screams as though he's being murdered if grabbed by the collar or - heaven forbid - picked up!
And finally, there is one single thing he HATES in this world: somebody brushing away sand near him. We live in a sandy area and have 5 dogs, so it happens often. It took us a while to figure out exactly what was going on, but if for example you brush sand (that he's brought in on his own paws, mind you) off the sofa in front of him, he gives a great, startling BOOF! Otherwise he's the sweetest, cuddliest dog we've got, but that one thing upsets him for that one moment. Weirdo.
There. Sorry this is a massive long essay, but honestly you're all lucky I'm stopping here. I could (and have done) go on and on for days about this baffling pack of mine!