When I was a kid, we gave my granddad our mixed breed, small dog. Granddad left him in the bathroom one afternoon when he went to town. When Granddad opened the bathroom door, he could barely get inside because Heimy had taken everything off the shelf in front of the toilet.
Worse than that, he had pulled out my granddad's fishing gear, entangled himself in about 2 feet of the fishing line, and chewed Granddad's fishing rod into about 6 pieces. He was in trouble but he never knew it because my granddad was soooo patient with him.
I guess that explains why I could see Heimy (every day) in the field behind their house following behind my granddad, carefully, attentively, making sure granddad was coming back home in time for dinner. Heimy tirelessly followed him all day
every day. I loved his loyalty to my granddad.