“I guess dog owners can be as blind to their pets’ shortcomings as parents are to their children’s,” thought Joan, as the overweight pug sat wheezing on her lap, embedding short coarse hairs into the weave of her black dress. The dog’s guardian cooed, “Oooh, he likes you!” As if it was a special fortune for Joan to have this smelly gargoyle friendly up to her. She surveyed the expanse of cream carpet in the woman’s living room, dotted here and there with yellow or brown stains. And in the corner a turd that had not yet been cleaned up.
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