I love my children, and my husband is swell, but have I told you about my dog?
My dog gives me no grief. My dog doesn't complain about my cooking. My dog loves her kibble. EVERY DAY! TWICE A DAY!
When I say "Let's go for a walk," she doesn't say, "It's hot," or "It's too far," or "I hate you." She leaps for her leash and clasps it firmly in her mouth. She wags her tail, and we walk.
My dog is Gifted and Talented. In her agility class she can jump through a tire, leap over hurdles, run across a plank and through a tunnel, go through a dark, nylon draped chute, and wait five seconds on a pause table. When she is done, everyone in the class says, "She's so good!" "She's so fast!" "She's so sweet and calm." Her teacher does not give me a sympathetic look every time I walk by.
My dog has a secret shame. She eats cat poop, but that just keeps her humble.