Laura loves her little dog, and maybe someday, God will show me why. Until then, I think that dogs are a self-inflicted hardship, sort of like poking a hole in your car tire every morning. You have to fix it before you can get anything else done, and then you spend the rest of the day dealing with leaks!
The dog sleeps, snores, and passes foul gases all day. Anything that's comatose, incontinent, and farts is as good!
The dog only likes the person with the food, and once the food is gone, so is the love and devotion.