I love dogs. I really do. Yep. I'm that guy. The one with the dog as a screensaver, the one who has more pictures of dogs on the phone, ipad, whatever than anything else that's me. I've testified in dog abuse cases. I've taken dogs from yards. I've cut dogs out of fences and houses during Hurricane Katrina with the Humane Society of the United States. I've rescued dogs.
But they have also rescued me. On those dark rainy days when you don't want to get out from under the covers those pooches need to go out. There have been many "three dog nights" that I have been blessed to have three dogs. And don't get me started about who I blame when I fart at a party. Sometimes I just don't know how to get along without them. The people in my life have even been telling me for years to put them in the act. Hmmmm....?
I think our relationship with dogs are a bit more symbiotic than the "master" moniker we give ourselves lets on. So get out there and pet those puppies of yours. I know it's cold but walk them. Your survival depends on it.