8th
October
2006
Trained not to be a pet
Is there anything more comforting than a wet nose stuck in your face as you bounce out of a dream? The enthusiastic wet nose of a dog who has finally discovered where you’ve been hiding for what must seem like a lifetime in the time-confused brain of the canine. I for one welcome my toothy overlord. That’s why we choose to live with a dog, for those moments that others find yucky and that we accept as signs of true love.
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