I cannot help it, I love dogs and every time I see one, I have the urge to pet them.
This is quite a tricky problem, if the equation is as follows, cute guy plus cute dog, brownie points for the guy. On the other hand, if it is creepy guy plus cute dog, well, the creepiness is still there, and it might not be advisable to stare at a creepy guy´s dog, you know; he can do something creepy.
I am a lost cause, I even stare at the ugly ones, the ones that can be considered as hairy rats. I cannot help it, I am A Dog Stalker.
This weekend was Carnival, and as I did not have much time and plenty of ivy, I decided to dress up as a Nymph / Flower-eating Hippie. I was kidnapped by not one, but two pirates, shot by the “gun of love”(metallic powder and gay men dressed as wolverine were involved) and gave advice in whether men cross-dressing should or should not, use their newly discovered décolletage for getting free drinks purpose.