Call yourself a “dog person”? You’re wrong.
“If I saw a cat I’d set it on fire,” an aberration of human kindness somebody once said to me. (Anonymous pro-cat vigilantes should feel free to contact me for their home address.)
“I’m a dog person, obviously.”
And he isn’t the only one. Apparently, “dog people” are on the rise. They’re everywhere you go, stopping for a spot of dog-and-owner brunch on the way to a weirdly expensive Saturday morning dog beauty therapist.