Then I woke up to this:
He is not very emotive. Most dogs ingratiate themselves: wagging and rolling onto their back and waving their feet in the air. Anything to demonstrate that you are, in their doggy opinion, the supreme being. This may be why I like dogs. Who doesn't like to be worshipped?
Magnus does not subscribe to this approach. His method is one of silent insistence. He generally just stares at me until I divine what he wants: in this case, to get out of my nice warm bed and let him out. He is like a 100 pound cat. Only instead of purring, he drools. Perhaps his job is to keep me humble.