Bratty Brentley
I love watching my dog do something - attempt to fluff a blanket by scratching at it before he lays down, chew at the hair between his toes, or stare out the window thinking up his next escape plan - only to have him look up and see me watching him. He instantly has this face that screams, “WHAT are you looking at?!” He’ll stare at me a bit longer before he huffs and resumes his business.
He can be such a brat.
And I would die without him.
