I’ve noticed that with a love of books naturally comes a love of cats. I appreciate cat people, you’re all great people and, as Sir Walter Scott would say, cats are a mysterious kind of folk. They’re always associated with literature, perhaps because they’re as puzzling as books can be sometimes. I love them, but I still don’t think canines get enough cred in the literary community.
Dogs are more in-your-face, but their intelligence and extent of love is immeasurable. Despite not having thumbs these fur babies are capable of so much more than we know. Don’t believe me? Well, here’s proof with pictures of dogs reading fine literature. Thank me later.