I love having Chase as the “Office Dog” because he walks up to me and just smiles. He smiles with his entire being — eyes, mouth, tail, and everything in between. He naps — upside down against the barrister bookcase (but I don’t want anything out of there anyway). He snoozes by the window with his head propped up on the wrought iron bars. If he thinks I’m really paying no attention, he slides up onto the loveseat for his beauty rest. But, periodically, he comes over and smiles. Then I smile back — simply cannot help myself.