I don't know that I've mentioned this before, but Loki recently (Decemberish) graduated from sleeping in his crate in the living room to sleeping on a big-boy bed in our room. So usually, when I get up and go take my shower, he sort of just hangs around where he likes, and then he watches me dry my hair, etc. and then we go downstairs and I feed him.
But today, when I went back in our bedroom to get dressed, I looked in all of his usual Loki spots and I didn't see him. That was because he was right in front of me … on our bed. Where he's not supposed to be. And he didn't look a bit chuffed that I'd caught him. Even when I said, “Loki, get down!” he didn't budge. So I snapped a quick couple of photos and removed him myself. Cheeky dog.
He looks exactly how I feel in the morning.
I love that expression. Casey does it too, to throw us from the idea that we might be right about something.