Yeah, okay, she did SAVE MY LIFE and all, so sure I'm grateful.
But man, sometimes she's a little ... needy. It's like I can't spend a whole day alone without her "popping in." There I am, walking around the place on my two hind legs, making myself a nice cup of tea, then suddenly I hear her coming up the stairs and I have to run for the bed and act all sleepy for her.
And she kinda talks in this squeaky baby voice at me, which is weird. Hey, I'm not an idiot. I mean, I didn't go to college or anything, but I'm no retard.
Still, she feeds me. AND she picks up my poop. Try getting another dog to that for you.
