WordPerv

Every day I read the blog Dooce. Yesterday she (Heather Armstrong, who writes Dooce) posted about her sister’s dog.

While you can read the entire post by clicking the link above, I’ve excerpted some of the best parts. She was, quite possibly, talking about my beautiful little beagle, Daisy when she wrote this:

“[The dog] senses I’m awake and immediately rolls over to show me his belly, like SCRATCH IT, SCRATCH IT, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO, DO IT, DO IT, his tongue lolling happily out the side of his mouth, his tail beating the bed rhythmically as it wags in anticipation of everything the day before him has to offer, like maybe a leisurely afternoon of butt-sniffing… He is a companion animal, a dog who wants to be with you all the time, will look at you as you get up to walk into the other room like, are you going over there? Because I could go with you, no really. I’m going to stand right underneath you and stare at you until you give in and notice once again just how adorable I am.”

Yep, that about sums it up.