When I was growing up, we were so poor that we couldn't afford a dog. So every Saturday afternoon, my parents would drop me off at the Humane Society so I could play with the dogs.
One day, they didn't pick me up and the Humane Society kept me. After about a month, I was starting to get worried that I wouldn't be adopted. Then one day, a blind man adopted me and I became a seeing eye dog. Well, I had a pretty good bark by then and he couldn't tell that I was a little boy.
About a month later, the blind man died. Was kind of my fault in a way. I led him out into a busy intersection, I saw a cat, started chasing it and he got run over by a car.
I felt pretty bad about that one.
Twas ok as I was tired of eating dog kibble and drinking water out of a bowl
That, and I was never much good at licking my own balls.