Reply #10: We all see things differently, I suppose.

[TomInTib]

When I left The Last Great Love of My Life, I had no idea where the road was going to lead.

So I gave her my Golden Retriever (and the cars, and the house). I wanted to make sure that he, at least, had a safe place to sleep and comfortable, safe, familiar surroundings.

This article is about someone who was basically homeless and, subsequently jobless because of the dogs. And now she can barely afford to eat.

I would eat the dogs.

Don't get me too far wrong, here, because some of the best friends I've had in my life have been of the four-legged variety.

But I do not think it is fair to drag an innocent animal down with you if you can help it.