I'm missing the old dog I used to have as a youth, maybe it's because my kids want a dog now.
Mine was a mongrel called "Jock" and he was a Jock, not in the US sporty way, but in the Scottish, Jock wahay way
He used to sleep under my bed when he was a pup, and when I came back to my parent's house 12 years after working away, in the middle of the night, he was all over me like a big mad thing, it took him at least a week to get used to seeing me in the morning, he was a great big daft dog.
If I could put in to words what he was like, it would be a bit like this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUNJjIwlHk8
RIP Jock