giving the dog a ham-bone, even though you are unabashedly a cat person.
Cleaning up dog sick this morning. What could he have gotten into? Oh, yes, the hambone...
Cleaning up great gouts of dog sick tonight while murmuring sweet things to the frightened dog, kicking yourself for freely handing him the bone.
Cleaning his kennel, scrubbing out all nastiness while the dog comes over for a pat, his eyes sorrowful and sad, leaning into you while you rub out smells.
No, wait a minute. That's not love. That's my stupidity, coupled with some duty and just plain old guilt.
Love is letting the poor dog stick his face in mine and burp.