For all my grumbling and griping about my dogs, I am very thankful that they seem to be some of the most tolerant dogs on the planet.
For example, when Laika wants to get a drink, this is what Mitchell does:
And at night, Mitchell loves to lay on them.
Basically, he loves them and is endlessly curious about everything they do, and, even if they mind (which I’m sure they do), they tolerate it. I can’t ask for more.