He will do anything for popcorn.

 
Then there was Rickles another Yellow Lab.
A dog who wrote the book on pleasing.  He loved to please most anyone in his presents.  He would do almost anything to get a scratch behind the ear.  But he would fall to the ground to keep from getting his ears swabbed out.  He couldn’t flatten out on the floor any flatter to avoid a cotton swab screwing into his ear.  “Please please not me”
Rickles and I walked the central California coast beaches.  Also the central coast of Oregon.  The southern coast of Maine.
He and I flew from Chicago to L A.  From Dallas/Fort Worth to Portland, Oregon.  Flew from Los Angeles to Tulsa and back many times over.  We rode by car to Iowa.  From Iowa to York Maine.  Maine to Oklahoma.  We rode from Tulsa to Santa Fe many times back and forth.  He was a traveling dog.
Now, Rickles was a keen observer.  If I’d reach in to the cabinet in our kitchen and pulled out a microwave pack of popcorn, Rickles would be standing on my foot staring straight up with begging eyes.  He knew what was about to happen.  I often pop up some popcorn and retreat to the sofa in the TV room and watch the nightly news.  And of course, Rickles would be right in my face.  So I would toss in a popped corn right in his mouth.  I would toss one up in the air and Rickles would jump to grab it.  If I hesitated Rickles would poke his very big and wet nose on my elbow.  “Oh sir, it’s me.  The popcorn dog.
I would have to admit Rickles was the best and most loyal dog I had ever partnered up with.
Only if they could have clone Rickles.  He was the best.