It is very hard to understand for quite a few of us humans that dogs can be such integral parts of the family that they simply have to be imposed on everyone else who are not part of your family. They bark, they piss, they crap, they jump up at people, all things which, if I did them, would have me rapidly consigned to the secure unit of some institution or other. My two ancient cats are integral parts of my family too. But I decided years ago that any animal I owned would not be a burden to me or anyone else outside my home. Therefore I selected a kind of animal for a pet that I would never have to impose on anyone else. If you meet me at a festival you may rest assured that my cats will be lurking in the greenhouse or somewhere similar back home, not yowling at you, shitting next to your tent (or pissing on it) or scaring your kids.   The biggest failing of dog-owners (apart from the extremely peculiar mindset that is the prerequisite for anyone who thinks it's a great idea to own a parasitic, unhygienic shitting machine) is that they can't understand why the rest of us don't all receive their disgusting little pooches with open arms. It's obvious. Do three things. Smell its arse, accidentally tread its shite into your carpet (the rest of us do), and try to have a conversation with it.   Next stop, the dog's home, and good riddance.