When I was 6 or 7 I spent my after school hours at my grandparents house. Because I’m of a young family my grand parents were in their 40s and my aunts and uncles were like older siblings. They always had a plethora of pats and none of them were trained. Once my aunt got a pair of bunnies for Easter. The bunnies were kept in a cage in the backyard. Also in the backyard we’re a Dalmatian and a brown lab. Young dogs. How it happened I’ll never know for sure but the dogs got to the bunnies. I was inside and had to endure the hellish sounds of dying rabbits and barking dogs. When it was finally quiet the rabbits were reduced to little meat piles covered in fur. So don’t tell me that dogs are full of love or are in any way intrinsically good. They’re monsters who act nice for a free ride. Personal space invaders