She leaps out of her pen every morning, and waits semi-patiently as I dish out her breakfast. She wolfs down said breakfast and bounces off to her kennel. Her happy face watches me through the fence as I head off to school and I am greeted with the same sight when I return home. She can't talk with words (obviously) but she says more with her eyes and her actions than some people do in 3 months worth of words. She is my best friend, my partner-in-crime, my happy spot. As someone once said,"If I had a dollar for every time my dog made me smile, I would be a millionaire."