Dogs love fleece and establishing pack dominance almost as much as lesbians. They are our kindred spirits and we treat them like family members upon whom we project our hopes, insecurities and unresolved mother issues. We let them ride shotgun...they feed us french fries. We break up with a girl...they tell us they never liked her anyway and fetch us a stuffed HRC pillow with which to dry our tears. A dyke's best friend, indeed.
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