I taught Stitch to play dead because she needed to learn more fun tricks, and we got to the point where she’ll just go completely limp until I ‘revive’ her.
But now she mooches for treats by walking up to me, looking me square in the face, and just fucking keeling over.
I love dogs.
When someone reminds you of how important you are to them, how they still care for and love you, it’s like so much weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. A big relief that they’re still there. Reassuring, it’s a good feeling.