That's right, I'm a dog. This place belongs to me and my human, Sara.

I'm about a quarter Bichon, they say. The rest? Who knows. Depends on what haircut my human gives me. Sometimes people call me a Westie. Sometimes a Schnauzer. My human says it doesn't matter. She loves me.

I'm pretty important around here. Not sure what I actually do—but whenever my human holds me and I cover her face and hands in doggy kisses, suddenly there are new designs in the shop. Must be something in my spit. That's how it works.

I'm a magic dog.
I bet yours is too. What's their magic?
My human says you know. It's a secret. But the magic words? They're not secret:  "Don't worry, I'm always here."

Yeah. I'm here. Always.
Your pet too, right?

Take your time looking around. My human says there's something here you're looking for.
Have you found it yet?