Tongue lolling, eyes rolling

My Li Po smells of doggie shampoo.

Whenever I walk into the house, he starts barking excitedly and follows me around, pawing at my ankles like, Hey. Hey. Hey! Yeah, you! Where you going, huh? Huh, huh? Where you going?

"Li Po, I have to put my bag down waaa--ah!" Inevitably I trip over him.

We end up crouched on the carpet where we each try to push the other around. Being that he's a 10-pound Shih-Tsu/Lhasa Apso mix, I have a distinct advantage in this game. After a few pushes I have him on his back. He wiggles happily, tongue lolling, eyes rolling.

I wonder who he was in another life, if we were friends then too.