"It was only when my friend Rory pointed out — with a friendly chuckle, it should be noted — that Milo “might have found the only four New Yorkers who don’t love dogs,” that his owner pulled her beloved terrier away in protective haste while casting a look in Rory’s direction that one might best reserve for the inappropriate slattern who shows up at the Vatican in a tube top with a pentagram Sharpie’d on her stomach."

— I Don’t Love Your Dog and You Can’t Make Me!