Little Rover
Humans live largely inside their heads from which they tell the rest of their bodies what to do except for occasional passionate moments when the tables are turned.
Animals, on the other hand, do not seem compartmentalised that way. Everything they are is in every move they make. When my little Maltese takes a shine to me, it is not likely to be because he has thought it over ahead of time. Or in spite of certain reservations. Or in expectations of certain benefits. It seems to be just because it feels to him like a good idea at the time. Such as he is, he gives himself to me hook, line, and sinker, the bad breath no less than the frenzied tail and the front paws climbing the air.
They say when a man's best friend is his dog, the dog has a problem but Little Rover seems to be taking it in his stride.
