Dogs are hereby proclaimed good.
Dogs are hereby proclaimed good.

Like many of you, I was chagrined by the semi-recent shitstorm of cat-related posts in this hallowed chamber, published mainly by my esteemed colleague, Rich Smith. (Who is currently out of the office, possibly loitering outside the Meowtropolitan Cafe, though that is unconfirmed at this time.)

My objection was not in behalf of journalism, or taste, or other arbitrary measures of decorum, obviously. It's a blog. Get real. (Plus, this is the Stranger; if no one calls something we publish a "new low, even for the Stranger" how would we even know they, or indeed we, exist?)

Rather, it was for the dogs. One dog in particular. To wit: my dog. But also dogs in general. There has been quite a bit of dog hate on this blog over the years. I choose to combat it with dog love. I used to have cats. They were pretty good. Now I have a dog. Dogs are superior. Dogs dogs dogs. Look at this cute motherfucker right here, howling at a fire truck this morning because she is a good girl: