Sometimes when I look deep in your eyes I swear I can see your soul

Life would be much easier if I could read people the way I can read my dog.

Growling, but wagging his tail is play growling.

Growling without the wagging, you should step away slowly (this is rare to non-existent with Nuschler).

One or both upper lips tucked under is unhappy puppy.

Lounging in various poses that always allow for a mama visual, usually accompanied by profuse sighing is a pathetic cry for attention, preferably a walk.

If he greets me at the door in a panicked state, pacing and running away and back to me, he's been naughty. I either need to clean something up or buy new shoes.

And, of course, if he is sitting perfectly with his ears in that cute way, he's waiting for a treat.

Homo sapiens being much more complex than your average canine, the signs are not as obvious. Alas.

As I am writing this, there is now a toy and a puppy head in my lap. You have one guess to what that means...

Oh, I also had lunch today with two friends. One of us has a house and a job, but wants a baby. Another has a house, a business, but wants a job and, in good time, a baby. The third has the baby, but needs a house and a job. Combined, we make one perfectly content person.