I was so fond of that dog, hearing you all say nice things about him... it makes me happy/sad. He loved people, and was smart. He had a good sense of humor, loved to play, do tricks (he knew a bunch) and got along female dogs that were friendly. He didn't like it if people argued. He would carefully walk out of the room and get in his bed. Not afraid, but he didn't like it and would just leave. He had a look on his face like "They are at it again!" He slept on a dog pillow, every night by my bed. I find myself, to this day, calling dogs Unc by accident.
Character is doing the right thing when nobody is looking.