I have the cutest dog in the world. OK, I may be biased, but come on. Look at that face! Meet Micah - he is my golden retriever. Now that he's about 1.5 years old, he looks a bit different than that picture. But he is still so cute! Let's just look at him as a pup one more time.

He was such an adorable puppy. Now he's still an adorable dog! One thing I love most about golden retrievers is how expressive they are. Micah has some of the best facial expressions. My brother, sister and I will often narrate his thoughts. I thought I'd give you a glimpse into a day in the life (and mind) of Micah.

Where am I going to pee?

I am convinced this is the hardest decision he has to make during the day - and it's the very first one! Seriously, he will walk around sniffing for a few minutes before committing. This can be very stressful for me in the morning when I wake up late. Not like that happens often or anything...

What can I destroy first?

No toy, especially with any sort of stuffing, is safe with this guy. The one he has in this picture is advertised as "indestructible." Micah just said challenge accepted.

Oh you're eating? I'd love a bite...

We see this face at every meal. And as the meal goes on, he inches his way closer and closer until his head is literally resting in our laps. Don't worry, he's an equal opportunity beggar. He'll go from person to person until someone finally drops a crumb.

I can't wait to go outside again.

He loves to look out the window at his kingdom to make sure no intruders are out there.

I just need to run.

I mean, look at the smile on his face! He is too happy to care about anything else! The boy loves to run. That should be inspiration for me to do the same, but nah.

I love sticks and they love me.

He is probably happiest when there is either food or sticks involved.

Nothing to see here.

When he has something he shouldn't, like a stick inside the house, he will lay down on it so you can't see it, much less take it. Smart boy. But I'll never tell him how smart that is.

Dang, I'm good.

He tends to be very proud of himself for getting away with things. So he'll poke his chest out and make sure you remember just how powerful he is as King of the Carey's.

OK, I'm losing energy.

Maybe around 8:00 p.m. he starts calming down. Maybe. But the sound of a tennis ball bouncing or ice cream being scooped will get him back on his feet before you can blink.

I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.

Goodnight, Micah.