Okay, I have a Scottish Terrior named Gus. He’s adorable and friendly and fits perfectly in my lap. He has a certain air of dignity, but will drop everything to clean up spilled people food off the kitchen floor, or play a goofy game of tag. He is just like Jock from The Lady and the Tramp. That’s why he’s just the best. What about your dog?
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Shnookums is the best because with absolutely no effort on her part she made me love her. She’s just my widdle Shnookums. Yes she is. 
This isn’t unique to my dog, of course- MOST dog lovers will tell you the same about theirs.
My dog is always overjoyed to see me. No matter how lousy a day I’ve had at work, no matter how lousy I’m feeling, even when everyone else in the world seems to be mad at me, I can count on my dog to jump up and down with delight when I get home, as if my mere presence were the greatest gift imaginable.
Maybe my dog’s standards are too low! Regardless, when you need SOMEBODY to adore you unconditionally, you can’t beat a dog! They love you unreservedly, because they don’t know any better!
Daisy brings in the paper. And gives hugs.
That is absolutely the best part about having a dog. Their standards are low enough that just having you come home is the highlight of your day! No matter how many times you walk through that door each day, they’re ecstatic!
Oh, and Katie is the best because she kisses on demand, and Milo because he’s just so gosh-darned cute.
Lucy is the best because she’s my dog. Reason enough right there. She’s also a rippin’ good Trail Dog. (Other than that, she’s kinda a spaz.)
-Rue.
That’s it! We love our dogs because they have such low standards! Ha ha! …Actually, our neighbor calls our Bichon a “slut dog,” because he unconditionally loves anybody who pays him the slightest attention. Loyalty? Fugeddaboudit. And we can take him on long car trips with us. And he wags, sometimes without moving any non-tail molecule in his body, every time he hears certain words:
“dog”
“(his name)”
“awwwwwww”
“lucky dog!”
“d-o-g”
“idiot hound”
…and he looks at you when you talk to him, tilting his head 45 degrees. Awwwww!
Oh, and when she lays on her side, her chest is so big and muscular, her top leg won’t touch the ground. It just hovers there, in the air.
This doesn’t make her any better, but it’s just part of having a Jack Russell. (The goofy spaz.)
Gracie is my parents’ dog, but she’s the best because when you take her out to play and she wants to playfully jump on you, she doesn’t just hop up on her hind legs and paw your shoulders, oh no.
This 70 pound creature runs at you, leaps and twists herself in mid-air, so she can do a full-on bodycheck, rather like a hockey player. It’s a thing of beauty, and it proves that she’s really smart. She almost broke my nose last time she did it to me, but man was it cool to watch.
Floyd has farts that can fell a sequoia and barks in his sleep. He has a face that will melt your heart and when he’s happy there’s nothing happier.
I have a matched pair of male minature dachshunds. They are the cutest dogs in the world. That’s not just my opinion, either. We have scientific studies that prove Ernie and Skippy are, indeed, the cutest dogs in the world.
Ernie is just the coolest. We got him when he was seven weeks old. He’s great with my kids. They love him. He hates dog food and poor-quality people food.
Skippy is newer to us but older. He’s special because the local Humane Society called me and asked me specifically to take him (they are one of our answering service customers). He was up for adoption in an adoptathon they had, and someone filled out the paperwork but failed the home visit. Then he ran away from the H.S. and was on the lam for three days. Volunteers hung up signs with his photo and went door-to-door. A man who had his kids lie (!) about having seen the dog later admitted that he had him in his house and they were able to confiscate him. He was covered in fleas and tried to run every chance he got. We suspect he’s been mistreated at some point. Whenever his feelings are bruised, he lets loose with the most pitiful, high-pitched, guttural whine I’ve ever heard - and he doesn’t stop until I pick him up and hold him against my chest and rock him. we haven’t had him long, but I can’t imagine being without him.
Cooper rules. This is because, as we say in our house…
Coopie is the Coopiest Coop that ever Cooped a Coop. So there.
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and he just loves to be pet :).
Awww. Ocular Gold, that is just too cute! Thanks for sharing.
Oh yeah?? Y’all think your so impressive. Well, MY oldest boy wears clothes and the youngest reads cognitive-behavioral theory books. So there!!! Pbbbbbttt!!! [sub]of course, the middle child is dumb as a rock, but he gives hugs and watches the Teletubbies…[/sub]
Hoov is the best dog ever, because he lives to love us. He’s the sweetest thing on four legs (also the sookiest), and loves to cuddle. He strolls around the house of an evening, searching out each family member to give them a lick on the hand as he passes. He’s always up for a game of fetch, even though he’s so fat now that he can only run the length of the yard twice before he has to rest. He might be greedy and scared of his own shadow, but Hoov is the greatest dog that ever lived
Miss Kitty is the best dog ever because she’s a cat.
Lu is the sweetest little doggie around. We got her when she was four years old, and seemed entirely resistant to training. Fortunately, she’d never do anything bad anyway. Her primary interest is sleeping, preferably as close to a human as possible. Snoozing on a human’s lap is about as good as it gets for Lu. (She’s a chihuahua-terrier mix and weighs 7 pounds, so this is okay for the humans.) Lu is always ecstatic to see us, and whimpers when we leave. She licks our hands until they are really clean, or at least covered in dog saliva. She goes nuts when we play basketball in the yard. She LOVES cheese. She comes when you call if she happens to want to be with you at the moment. On sunny mornings, I like to read on the back porch, and Lu is happy to sit next to me while I scratch her head. She always finds the little patch of sunlight on the kitchen floor to sit in. I wish I had a jpg of her, so you could see that aside from being the best little fuzzball, she’s also the cutest.
My Daisy-Bob is the best just because she is. That’s good enough for me.
Oh, and I have her trained to rub her butt on strangers – Great fun at parties.
Spot the Wonderpup is under the desk right now, lying on my feet. Warm dog on cold feet = great happiness.