I love my hound, I really do. Even when she eats too much rhubarb out of our yard and fills her crate with puke and diarrhea while we are at work. I love her even when she takes one step out the door and spreads more puke on the door mat for us to unknowingly walk in. I love her even when she spits out the Kopectate all over me and the floor and then tracks it about three feet as she runs away from me.

I love my hound after her bath when she is all clean, soft, feeling better and ready to cuddle. When she looks at me with nothing but love.