….we (not me) built a fence.

….we bought a house with a backyard perfect for pooping in.

….we ignore water being dumped on our floor every day (don’t ask – a certain male dog has learned to pick up and invert the water bowl before carrying it into another room).

…we break “no dogs on the couch” rules.

…we clean up projectile diarrhea…

….and vomit.

What do you do that would constitute as madness if someone said “wait, you’re pretending like this animal who can learn based on reward but not master any actual intelligence is a person with thoughts who loves you and you let him SHIT ON THE FLOOR?”

It’s worth it.