I love dogs. End of sentence. End of leash. I couldn’t begin to count the number of times dogs have appeared in my work. It’s a good thing I don’t have to pay them royalties. I have tried to narrow the field of my favorites, and they are p(b)arked below. What I’d really like to know is how it is that dogs became man’s best friend and girls had to settle for diamonds?
Give me a pooch over a brooch any day.
