Living with dogs is...

... sitting on the couch reading a book and finding an eyelash in your sweater. You carefully grab it. Close your eyes and ask for a wish. That wish. And when you are about to blow it you realize it's not an eyelash. It's a tiny black dog hair. You close your eyes and blow it anyways, cause after all the intention it's all that matters. And it's such a good wish, I am sure the Universe doesn't care about such a small detail.