If I can paraphrase an oldie song by Alabama;
"...she kisses me each morning and smiles her secret smile, she don't have to say it I can see it in her eyes. Don't you worry 'bout my doggie or what ya think she oughta be. She's close enough to perfect for me."
Of course that's sixty pounds of love on my chest with her tongue up my nose...but ahhhh nothing like a morning with Pookins