Puppy Love

This is Henry. He lives across the street with his friend Chauncey. He came over to meet me last week and I. About. Died. He is probably one of the most dreamy dogs I've ever met. Of course I turned on all my charm to get him to notice me. I think I did a good job.


Here I'm asking him if he likes me yet. I think he wasn't sure but I'll sway him in no time.


I thought maybe giving him a big hug would make him like me but from the look on his face I don't know if he's convinced yet.



So I decided that I'd just follow him wherever he wanted to go. I figure if I stick close enough he'll love me in no time!


I think Henry needed to rest for a minute because my cuteness is so overwhelming. Just to be sure he hasn't forgotten about me yet I thought I'd put my face in his some more.

By the time he left I think we made some real progress. I think he has a thing for me but won't admit it yet. Me, on the other hand, I'm now pining out the window. That's not bad, is it?