Otis is my friends dog. He is one-half of a doggie sitting co-op. We get Otis, they take Belly. We get Otis, they take Belly. They take Belly, they take Belly, they take Belly. I'm afraid they get used more in this deal than we do.
Otis is a lab. A retriever. I have Great Danes. Labs sniff and chase things. Danes sleep. Labs shed and lick. Danes lay there. Labs follow you around the house endlessly showering you with love, devotion, spit, and fur. Some Danes also follow you around the house sharing some of those same things. I miss Moo Moo.
He's the kind of dog that hops up in excitement if you so much as lean forward in your chair. "Hey! Where ya going? Gettin' up? Can I come? Will you scratch my butt? Can I have some food? Can we go for a walk? No? OK. Maybe next time."
There is ZERO alone time when you have a lab in the house.

And hair.