There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.
Happiness is a warm puppy. Charles M. Schulz
I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. W. Dayton Wedgefarth
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