“No! Quit looking at me like that!” he said, refusing to make eye contact. He could feel her gaze on him.

“It won’t work. I’m #immune to your little tricks.”

She continued to stare at him with those big eyes, a plaintive look on her face.

Minutes went by.

“Fine,” he finally said, getting up and going to the treat cupboard. “But only one.”

She wagged her tail enthusiastically and followed him into the kitchen. How did she always win?