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My dog is a very good dog. Strangers stop in their tracks to meet him. Coffee shops, wine stores, and doormen hand out treats when he visits. He smiles. My dog, with his wide, caramel, human-like eyes, hypoallergenic fur, and drawer of seasonal and themed bandanas would never cause a problem.

The price is the price. At least it's supposed to be.

There is no "right" way to eat. You wouldn't know that, though, given how much we scrutinize each other's diets.