I love having a dog. A few months ago, I wasn't so sure, but even though he still snacks on some lame-o things (like couch cushions) the good are definitely starting to outweigh the bad. I think.
The Good: he wiggles whenever I walk in the door. I mean W-I-G-G-L-E-S.
The Bad: he eats his poop.
The Good: he won't let my kids out of his line of sight
The Bad: except for when he drinks out of the toilet
The Good: he looks so cute when he trots around with his stuffed duck in his mouth.
The Bad: sometimes he mistakes my Cole Haan ballet flats for a stuffed duck.
The Good: he loves to sit in a corner and chew on his squeaky ball
The Bad: the squeak in the ball makes him howl like a werewolf looking at a full moon