We've had our corgi boy nine years now. Sheesh...where did the years go? He was five months old when we brought him home. He laid on Jim's chest for the first hour after we arrived home, both in the recliner. He listened to Jim's heartbeat, and Jim is still his favorite person. He loves me too, but Daddy...is da' man to ol' Jakie boy. Why can't they invent a way for dogs to live longer? Dog years are too-darn-short!