His tongue smooths his tousled lip hair, as he looks expectantly at me with his big brown eyes. Pretty soon, he gives up on the fact that I might give him his 8th cookie of the day. He itches the part of his back where the red and white holiday sweater begins to creep up on him. He raises his head and sighs in frustration.
He is my best friend. My companion. My puppy. And he has chosen to spend the holidays with us!