This inside woman fairly quivers with agitation. She holds that thing against her head and he can smell the odor of unhappiness exude from her pores. He breathes it in and pushes himself against her as hard as he can in order to make it stop. She presses the thing against her chest and then slams it down. He jumps up, barks, and then sits on her feet. He knows that it is his job to make her be happy again. It’s his work and he is proud to do it. Please smile at me.