Ours were very affectionate and while they were never to be let in the house (Mom's rules), our German Shepherd Dusty could oft times be found on the rug between our beds in the basement on extremely cold winter nights. Sometimes mom would look the other way when she saw how very well behaved he was... and when he died while I was in dental school, I got a phone call from Mom filled with tears... on both sides of the line.