When I’m without a dog, I think that I could never own one. They are such a responsibility. You have to walk them, pick up after them, feed them, bring them to the vet, wash them, clip their paw nails, make sure the get exercise, and give them a comfortable home. But then, I get a dog anyway. Then I realize that I forgot how much joy it brings me. My dog’s funny quirks. The way it follows me around and then plunks all 30 pounds in my lap. The hilarious way she looks sleeping on her back with her head lolling over the edge of the sofa and her paws pointing in four different directions. When she goes all “wild-dog” on me playing with her favorite toy. Just looking at her makes me smile. There’s no price you can pay for that. If dogs don’t go to heaven, I don’t want to be there either.