How I Feel About My Dog, or How 19th Century Men Felt About Women
In DepthOh, how bonny she is! Jumping up and down with glee, for we take a walk this morrow.
Yes, do sit and wait patiently, like a good little beast.
Just look upon these sweet cheeks. Yum yum!
Of course she likes it when I kiss her facefolds.
All right, so she pulls away—but was not her species created for my pleasure?
Her greatest happiness is to serve.
Now now, you see one of your own across the park, but let’s not talk and tarry too much to-day.
I’ve got much important business, and we must hurry home.
Be good, my pet, I told you not to whimper.