Yup
We had two dogs. My wife's dog Skiddles (she liked mom best) and my dog Goldie (she liked everyone best)
When my wife would pull out her bag to pack, Skiddles would fall into a depression and would not eat (almost) and be sad until my wife came back. My dog Goldie could care less if mom was gone.
Me, I'd pack a bag and leave for month and no dog would miss me or even notice I was gone.
I guess Goldie was the sensible one.
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