Life on My Own Terms

I’m starting to be able to tell that Jake is about four years old. He is (a little) less destructive and so lovey dovey these days. As I write this, he is snuggled up against my leg with his head resting on my knee. All night long, he’s been nudging my arm to get me to stop knitting. It is absolutely adorable and incredibly annoying at the same time. Who is this dog?