Going to the Dogs

Let’s cut to the chase, just to avoid any misunderstandings: I like dogs! I really do. I especially like elderly, slow, low-energy dogs that belong to other people. I’m also quite fond of golden retrievers, have a weird soft spot for pugs, and wholly endorse any dog that runs around looking ridiculously cheerful and clueless while wearing a bandanna around its neck.

So I do like dogs. I just think it’s weird that they’re increasingly found in luxury hotels, bouncing around in shopping carts at fancy grocery stores, sitting pleased as punch in first class, and wearing coats that are more expensive than mine.