That first picture would have me giving him a tummy rub - absolutely no resistance from me!

And with those puppydog eyes - I'd throw the tennis ball until my arm was sore!

Every dog I have ever encountered knows that I'm the one with the least resistance. I once had a loose, filthy - obviously an SKP (family code for escapee) - he had a collar and did not appear at all lost or skittish, St. Bernard wend his way through a very crowded state park to sit politely right next to me. Of COURSE I gave him the rest of my burger, how could I resist?