Yes! By the time I moved home aged 19 my mum had gotten a springer spaniel puppy, who was about 3 when I moved back. He was so full of energy, rest of the family found him annoying but I loved him dearly and we bonded. He would eat and chew fucking everything, this dog ate the plasterboard off the walls, cat food laced with tabasco sauce (twice in a row), if it was in reach of his snoot it’d be getting a nibbling.
Eventually we weaned him off this habit but even as an adult dog, when you’d start petting him, he’d want your hand in his mouth. Not to nibble or chew, he’d just calm down and be happy laid there with your hand in his mouth.
Many years later I was living up north, came to visit, got a call as I arrived that they’d taken him to the vets as he was in a lot of pain, struggling (old by then), they were going to put him to sleep. I dashed to vets, there was my old buddy on a cold metal slab. His tail immediately started weakly wagging, and he of course put his mouth around my hand. A sad but very poignant memory and I was honoured to be there for him in his final moments.
Sorry for the essay, your post brought it all back and I wanted to share. RIP Brynn, you were an amazing dog, a friend, and a source of constant joy!