I’m not sure I would always describe him as “Man’s Best Friend”, though I am fond of him.
Occasionally, he takes a solid deuce on my bathroom floor. (at least he knows which room to go in)
He is a bed hog.
He’s a major whiner when he doesn’t get his way.
He has small dog syndrome, and doesn’t play nicely with other dogs.
He has selective hearing.
But I like him. And on his best days, he just lays around like he is in the picture.
His tongue is too big for his mouth, and sticks out regularly.
He is loyal as anything I know.
He waits up for me at night, regardless of what Leah is doing.
He waits up for me when I’m gone for a week, much to Leah’s frustration.
But he is good.