If only dogs had eyebrows

As I come out of my door to enter the main house, I spy Athena, my German Shepherd puppy eyeing me from the corner of her usual spot. From where she rests, she can get a good view of the human traffic flow in and out of the house.

I stopped in the middle of my path to greet her, she looks at me, pauses and gets up. It's as if she was waiting to see whether I'll continue walking to the house or wait for her to run over for a morning pat on the head.

In this whole process, Athena's eyes never leave me. There's so many changes of expression in her eyes from the minute she sees me to when I greet her.

If only dogs had eyebrows, the expressions would be easier to interpret.