And on the 9th-day God said, I need somebody who no matter what you didn’t do, or couldn’t take, or didn’t win, or couldn’t make, will love you without judgment just the same.’ So, God made a dog. God said, ‘I need somebody strong enough to pull sleds and find bombs, yet gentle enough to love babies and lead the blind. Somebody who will spend a day on a couch with a resting head and supportive eyes to lift the spirts of a broken heart.’ So, God made a dog. It had to be somebody who remained patient and loyal, even through loneliness. Somebody to care, cuddle, snuggle, and nuzzle, and cheer, and charm, and snore and slobber, and eat the trash and chase the squirrles. Somebody who would bring a family together with the selflessness of an open heart. Somebody who would bark, and then pant, and they reply with the rapid wag of a tail when their best friend says, ‘Let’s go for a ride in the car.’ So, God made a dog.