One Sunday morning I walked out into my ex's open garage and sitting in there was a stray dog. Her neck fur had a mark as though someone recently pulled off her collar and dumped her on the back road. I calmly approached the dog and turns out she was the sweetest doggo and instantly got along with my ex's other 2 dogs. She rarely barked and would always just walk up to someone, sit and wait to get petted. Even the ex's dad who doesn't like dogs eventually warmed up to her because of how sweet she was.

Weeks later we took her to an event downtown on an unseasonably hot fall afternoon beer fest. That dog wanted nothing more than to just get pet by as many people as possible. Outside the front door of a brewery was a worker sitting in a chair almost drenched in sweat looking like he hated life. She walked up to him, sat down and looked at him, and he instantly smiled.

Working one of the beer tents was an interim director of HR from my job who was one of the most miserable shit-birds I ever had the displeasure to work with. She did nothing but complain about everything and everyone, blindly blamed everyone for things she simply didn't understand, I even nearly got written up because this lady didn't take the time to read my explanation about an error report when new employees are loaded into a benefits system. Even the sweetest dog wanted nothing to do with that miserable fuck.

I'll trust the dogs to be a better judge of character than half the mouthbreathers who vote at the polls.