I am Smushie sitting this week.  In addition to living with him, I still have my house to take care of and my stupid job to go to.  Each time I leave the house, poor Smush looks like the most pathetic creature known to man.  His tail droops...his eyes droop...I can just hear him, "Pleeeeeeeeezzzzzzzeeeeeeeeee don't leeeeeeeeeeeeaaavvveeeeee meeeeeeeeee."

Yet, every time I return, I open the door and there he is...jumping up and down, wagging his little tail, spinning around in circles, giving kisses.  I *heart* him and he *hearts* me!