Every time I'd come to see and work with Joe, first five minutes were reserved for my "boyfriend" Fred. Our little greeting ritual would unmistakenly put the smile on Joe's face no matter how he felt that day.  Fred would keep jumping on me and I had to sit down to pet him. After a few unwanted "kisses" and minutes of "feel good" rubbing Fred would take off and run a few circles around the table. Then he'd come back just to go and run again. Celina would say that "he forgets he's no longer a puppy when I'm around." On most days Fred would just lie down next to us, but when Joe was lying in his bed or outside, on more than one ocassion, Fred would sit on top of the Joe, demanding attention. And Joe would roll his eyes and giggle.