The look on her face? That’s the look of a dog that knows she has stolen your favorite chair and that you are never getting it back. That look is saying, “I’m sorry my claws and drool have completely ruined the arm of this lovely and expensive leather club chair that you purchased over 20 years ago at a cigar convention. Thanks for buying it though, it’s so comfortable.”

Or maybe she’s just staring at me wanting to be patted on the head. Maybe she’s just patiently waiting to be fed. Either way, that used to be my chair.