HUBS: How come the dogs always hang out by you?
HUBS: No, really. I walk them and feed them and hold them, but they always go right back to where ever you are. Look. They're there next to you right now.
ME: Good taste?
HUBS: I'm being serious. Every day, they're THERE! They just love you.
ME: No really. Taste. They like the way I taste. They lick my ankles a lot.