This is the kind of expression that gets him squealed at and stuffed with cookies. He's not a brave dog or a smart dog or a young dog or even a particularly playful dog. But he's my best friend and my hero and when he makes faces like this I fall in love all over again.
It was this kind of woobie face that he made on the day we met, and then he gave exactly one uncertain wag of his tail as he looked nervously away. "Hi," his face said. "I don't know why I'm in here."
As it turns out, he was there because we needed each other.