I’ve never been a dog person.
OR, I once had a cat. His name was Zorrow. He was a domestic medium-haired tuxedo I got as a 5-, 6-week-old kitten at the cusp of puberty. He knew whatever traumatic experience went on in the house up until the year before I left home to get married at 20. “Trauma,” as in.. well, yelling in the house. Mom & Dad had such a di…