Dogs are fine. I don’t want one, but I can see the attraction of having it love you devotedly, of going for long walks with it, of snuggling up  with it while reading. In return for those things I could probably put up with the muddy pawprints, with feeding it, with generally looking after it.

My real problem isn’t actually with dogs per se.

My problem is with dogs who are so ridiculously contrary you need a psychology degree to get them to walk with you.

(written on 10th Sept 2015, actually posted on 10th Jan 2017 as part of emptying my draft folder… not sure why not earlier, backdated so as to not confuse things :))