He's not spoiled; he's my puppy

On our walk this morning our neighbor in the famous Jiffy Lube house stopped to say good morning. She remarked he looked very happy as did I. She then commented he was a good looking dog (just like his owner). Of course as I type this he is howling at the bottom of the stairs demanding attention. His cries are tooo pathetic. He has finally learned to play tug-of-war. Fetch is a long way off but he has managed Sit. Belly Rub is his favorite. The Mother's Day flowers were sent by Duke and Jim. I'm glad my mother is able to remember my dog though it appears his picture was not by the phone.