My two are 100lb. Bloodhounds.

They both like to get up into my lap at the same time which knocks me over and then they both want to snuggle up to me and lick me til I'm about to drown.

After 15-20 minutes, they settle down and are content to sit there with my arms around each.

They look right at me when I talk and I'm sure that there are some words they definitely understand like: treat, Mama, kitty, sic 'em, and come here.
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