Arrival Story: While Curly was the "family" dog, my parents didn't bring her home until my older brother and sister were away at college most of the time. I was lucky enough to still be at home finishing up high school and then college (three years commuting). You couldn't have asked for a better dog. Curly was well mannered and very loving. Medium sized, she was still small enough to climb into your lap and snuggle.
She was the family protector. Anytime there was even modest disagreement where voices might be raised in a bit of passion, Curly was there to get in between and spread some love to calm things down.
Her official bed was at the foot of the stairs, but she spent every night just outside the door to my parent's bedroom. If anyone got up in the night, before you could open your door the tinkle of her dog tags could be heard as she went downstairs to her bed. Once you finished your business (bathroom or midnight snack/drink), once she felt you had been in your bedroom long enough you could hear the tinkle of her tags as she came back upstairs to lay down by Mom and Dad's door.
Bio: Once I left home, pretty much for good, Curly Jean kept my parents from experiencing empty nest syndrome. She became their only child and went everywhere with them. When they moved from Pennsylvania to California, Curly was right there with them. And whenever they traveled to "visit the kids" -- Curly was there, too.