Pip le squeak

Pooh says "nobody can be uncheered with a balloon." I say: nobody can be uncheered with this face. This Pippin face. This Squeakies. Ok so our dog is still a puppy — his jaw is always flapping open and his sharp little teeth often find their way into the elbow of my fleece jacket or the back of my hand. He's always pouncing on newcomers and barking at pivotal parts in our favorite movies. He's always staring at us, doe-eyed, when we're conjuring up dinner and pawing at our laps as we attempt to ingest our eats. But he also licks our toes, flops over like a rag doll for a good belly-scratch, snuggles up in the morning, and dances on his hind legs as we shout "CIRCUS PUPPY!" — Pippin's the best. He's our Squeakies. And although I wish I were partaking in any number of exciting weekend activities (I will tell you right now, I am not), at least I've got The Pip — my little ray of sunshine who makes me content enough to just be heading home.