This is the sad face when Myles wants something really bad. He will sit and stare (or in this case lay and stare) trying to convey what he wants telepathically. What does he want? A sip of The Husband’s beer. He isn’t the first beer drinking poodle in my life. My childhood poodle used to steal a sip (or more!) if a glass was left unattended. I guess The Husband won’t be leaving his unattended.