Also try this, lock your wife and your dog in a room for 24hrs and after just see which one is pleased to see you!
Hahahahaha.
My avatar is a pic of my dog "Treacle".
I'd grown up with and have had a few Border Collies of my own over the years, it's never a nice time when they pass away.
This fella is part Collie but doesn't do the typical semi circular run, rather he's like a hairy missile when he smells/spots a rabbit. He even brings them back, I think he prefers them cooked like I do.
He loves kids, other dogs and cats (he's learning the hard way with them) and is naturally good with infirm or disadvantaged folk, though he detests chavs and boy racers.
A rescued dog, who's world consisted of the limits of his chain on the balcony where he lived for his first 8 months, to see him on the Cyrenians Farm or in the woods at 2 now, you'd think he was born to be there.
He grumbles and mutters a lot (aye he's like me) and has a very expressive face and manner. Luckily he's afraid of sheep and chickens and hasn't got his head around what a horse is. He loves the Estuary, rivers, burns, ponds and lochs, so must've been a trout in a former life.
Treacle is definately the best dog I've ever had and undoubtedly the brains of the outfit.
At 2 years old his hormones have "finally" kicked in. In the last week he has done the "only being friendly" thing with my pillows (if that works it'll save me a trip to the haberdashery), my sister, neutered dogs, lady dogs, someone's wife who could get me sacked if I mention it, and the Postman he used to chase.
He's a nightmare though, when you've just organised your pile of sized kindling for a brew and turn your attention to getting tinder lit...