I picked up a man from the airport that was traveling with a cockapoo named *******. With my quick wit and un-dying love for all dogs, both 2 and 4 legged, the hound and I became quick buddies. During our travels to West Maple Street, the owner informed me that dog disliked all strangers and that I was the only one who could pet this dog...my god, it was sleeping on my lap! So now, I have A DOGGY personal to go get its hair done this week. Will this job ever be boring? I hope not.