It’s been two years and I’m still not really a dog person.**
One of my friends recently referred to her dogs as staff and I laughed a HaHaHaMineToo-laugh but then I had to cut the phone call short because I organize my day around limiting the dog’s exposure to the windshield wipers, vacuum cleaner, fly swatter, fireworks, Halloween, deliveries, being left at home, being washed, and being dried.
If I have any time left over, I try to convince strangers that she is perfectly behaved (except while in the presence of frolicksome dogs, dogs on leashes, friendly dogs, unfriendly dogs, cats, rabbits, squirrels, birds, leaves + wind, and people).
Then I look for tennis balls under all the furniture.
** What is a dog person anyway? Someone who loves ALL dogs? Because I’m for sure not that. I love MY dog - too much maybe. And your dog is probably tolerable. Other dogs? meh.