Dogs make life great. They really do. Think about it. When you come home from work/school/whatever, they are ALWAYS happy to see you. Tails wagging, tongue flopping, rear wiggling (in Myrtle's case), bounding up and down, they just make you feel l-o-v-e-d. As Norah Jones says in her dilemma over men and dogs (she chose the dog):
"I chose you, because you’re sweet and you give me lots of lovin’ and you eat meat.."
Yep, pretty much (sorry Dave). Sometimes Myrtle's little mannerisms make me think she was human in another life. But my spiritual oddities aside, their genuine souls and uncanny ability to love unconditionally make it impossible to be in a bad mood. Pretty sure liking dogs is a requirement to be my friend. Just sayin'. Lucky me, I've got friends with some pretty dang cute canines. Even luckier, I've gotten some pretty dang cute shots lately: