I love my dogs, and I'll never be without at least one, even though they sometimes fart inappropriately, or trample my vege garden just when the seedlings are coming up, or bark at other nasty dogs sniffing at their fence, or slobber on me while they're telling me how much they love me, or gently bite me when I'm playing silly rough games with them. I also love them because they protect me from anyone unannounced coming through the gate and they'll stand by me even when I'm a bitch to them because I've had a shit day.
There's no one in the world who loves me like my puppy dogs do, and that suits me. There's no one in the world who loves my puppy dogs the way I do, except maybe Max.
