Self Portrait Tuesday

This little scene is quite common at our home. Lilly waits patiently, sometimes drooling, as I eat my nightly dessert.
As I reach the bottom of the bowl, container, or cone, her eyes bug out and she begs for me to share the last few precious bites. I always give in. She's 11.5 years old now. How could I deny a this magnificent, charming, senior, dog-child of mine the pleasure of evening dessert? I plan on spoiling her even rottener as she gets older.