That's a battle I always lose with mine. When he wants something, he'll come up and nudge me and just look me dead in the eye. For a 100 lb dobie, he can look oddly like a baby deer when he wants to turn it on. I look away, he gets right in my face until I let him out, give him a treat, a wang and peanut butter popsicle, whatever. Yep, he's spoiled.