A memory: One day I took the dog to a city a few stops over to meet the family I was an au pair for. We took a walk along the boardwalk and their son, about 6-7, asked if he could walk the boy. I gave him the leash, and the dog was SO gentle. He didn't pull at all, he just hopped along at the kid's pace, and they happily trailed on. At one point they got a bit ahead and the dog realized he couldn't see me anymore. You could see panic set in as he looked around, picked a path, and veered off towards it, thinking maybe I went that way. So I called out to him and he spun around, saw me, and happily bounced his way over to me to love on me and throw a little party because he found me. It was so pure.