You can’t assume that your best friend will share your sensibilities.

When you look into Sniffy’s eyes you can get the feeling that he understands you as no one else does, that he is cognizant of your frets and frustrations, that he empathizes with your pain and intuits your insoluble human dilemma of being caught between an unimaginable reality and an unrealizable imagination.  And just when you see in Sniffy’s eyes that he senses all this, he lays down at your feet and drools on your shoes to reassure you that he is just a dog.