When Simon looks up at me with that eager, expectant gleam in his eye, how can I deny his desire: "let me have one more Scoobie snack; pick me up; take me for a walk; hold me while the demon vac roars around the living room." How can I refuse, even when it is 6 a.m. and he wants in bed with us, even though he would not come to bed with me at 3 a.m. when I wanted him to. But there he is, paws on the side of the bed: "Pick me up." We always do.