He looked the same. I don’t know what I expected—that maybe he’d be on two legs, or dressed in a suit—but he looked the same: standard golden retriever, long yellow coat. Only his eyes were different.
I love myself, and I'm pretty good looking, so, naturally, I've taken some selfies in my time. But I'm not nearly as obsessed, it seems, as my dog.
Take it easy! Mush, damn you!