No dog will ever darken my doorstep. Every dog-containing house I've ever been in smells of dog, and it seems to be a thing among many dog-owners that you automatically won't mind if their stinky, slathering animal comes sniffing around your feet/crotch/hands whenever you're in their house. In two different houses I've sat at the dinner table enduring the family dog sleeping between my feet leaving me unable to move a muscle. On another occasion I was babysitting for some friends. For three hours of sheer terror I was pinned to the chair I was sitting in as every tiny move I made elicited snarls and growls from a huge dog lying three feet away with its beady eye constantly on me.