I won't say that having a dog is compared to having a child but really...this is what I'm saying. My dog is my baby. He is my best friend and even if he chewed two sofas and regularly ruins my life, I love him to pieces. So last night when he started to break into hives after eating some random plants along my backyard fence, I had to take him to the 24/7 vet hospital. And stay there two hours. And shed $350. And work on 5 hours of sleep. And all this for what? For that tiny mug in my face when I wake up in the morning. And that is priceless.
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