I understand the love between humans and dogs; after all, they are sweet, loyal, and often very good blankets, which leads me to why I will not get a dog. It is nothing to do with the species, but rather all to do with the weather. In the summer, when the grass is green, and it’s time to turn on the fan, a dog can run freely in the yard or be lead down the park path on a lead. However, knowing my perpetual desire to remain indoors during winter precludes any willingness to follow behind a frisky dog in the snow. As much as the furry friends are excellent companions, I am afraid I must not welcome even the most loving canine into my home. My selfish desire to remain warm, at all cost, is indeed guided by self-interest.