Toy....or Oracle of Wisdom?

I rescued a dog today. Actually it was one of those little toy dogs with the bobbly head and cheap felt fur. He was buried under a pile of contracts and after a short discussion with the associate who owned him, we both agreed he would have a better life on my desk.
And he is a fine little thing. Deep blue glass eyes staring at me adoringly while I attempt to decipher my fee earner's handspewn amendments and make calls to print rooms whose staff are on a permanent cigarette break.
The best bit is the bobbly head. It only ever nods 'yes'. Thus he answers all my questions: 'Shall I have a beer after work?' 'Do I have better things to do?' and more importantly (and truthfully) 'Is my boss an idiot?'

Nod nod nod