“There is not psychatrist in the world, like a puppy licking your face. (~B. Williams)”
… on the 9th day GOD made a DOG, God said I need somebody willing to sit, then stay, then roll over, then with no ego or complaint dress in hats they do not need and costumes they do not understand. I need somebody who can break wind without a first or second thought. Who can chase tails, sniff crotches, fetch sticks and lift spirits with a lick. Somebody who no matter what you didn’t do or couldn’t take or didn’t win or couldn’t make, will love you without judgement just the same.
So GOD made a DOG