I don’t have a dog now because I’m never home. I shared a dog with my sister. I was really only allowed to have the dog on weekends, because she thought I spoiled him too badly. And he was a great dog. He was a mutt. He was abandoned as a puppy. My mother took one look at him and said, “Don’t feed this dog, don’t be nice to this dog, and this dog will go away.” And about five minutes later she and I ran into each other feeding the dog and giving the dog water. And this dog was quite homely. He had long legs and not much hair and a long tail, and he was your basic, awkward adolescent. And he turned into an absolutely great dog. He was one hundred percent devoted to my sister. And if she wasn’t around, I was an acceptable second. We had him for years and years and years, and I was so upset when this dog died, I think I was far more upset than when my mother died. Sorry, Mom! You get very close to animals and you’re very sad when they die. That’s where my affection for mutts came from.