Which really should be the litmus test of a relationship, if you ask me. "Are you willing to pick up my poop?" Because if the answer is no, you really know where you stand with that person. In relation to their dog, at least.
Singles: use that as a fun new pick up line! Please let me know how that works out.
Have you seen these parkour dogs, the ones that can climb fences and jump through windows and such? I have mixed feelings about this. First, your dog is really cool. Second, why does your dog need to jump a fence? Is there a cat in your house? If so I completely understand, but do you really want a fence-jumping dog?
The other feeling I have that is mixed is my own sense of self-worth. Dogs can run faster than me, and I'm okay with that. But if a dog can jump fences better than I can, I begin to doubt my athletic abilities. Especially when parkour is a very cool HUMAN martial art, and if a dog is better at martial arts than I am, it might be time to hang it all up, you know?
Oh, dog poop, that reminds me - next time you're in Anchorage, Alaska, visit the Wild Ride Sled Dog show. Very cool, and a reminder that - for now, at least until further genetic engineering creates our dog overlords - dogs are pretty dog-like.
The previous was an unpaid advertisement for Dallas Seavey's WILD RIDE Sled Dog show. Still, their sled dogs are big. My dog is small. And singular. So I don't envy them, though their love for dogs is obvious. On account of the poop.