Hey, I'm likeable. My wife likes me, I think. My grandmother likes me, I think. My psychiatrist likes me, I think. My priest likes me, I think. Oh hell, who am I kidding, those folks lock the door when they see me walking up to the front porch. It's not a problem except when it's my front door because I always find out that my wife changed the locks.
I'd say lovable enough to pet or scratch behind the ears but people would get the wrong idea so I'll have to say lovable enough to pat on the head. Looks a little silly when we're in the restaurant. Oh, while we're on the subject of being in the restaurant, I wish you'd quit licking your plate clean.
