And on the 8th day, you get my dog. Because he's probably the best that I have to give, honestly. His name is Hoover. Because I work from home, I spend most of my time with this canine creature, and he spends most of his time with me. I get the better end of this deal, infinity percent. I retweeted something the other day that said that as long as dogs hadn't given up on us, then humans probably still had a shot. Maybe that's true. Maybe he just hasn't found a better cheese source. I don't know. But he lives here for right now and doesn't seem to have a plan to go anywhere, unless he's plotting a coup with his Instagram puggle squad. If so, I really don't know what I'd do, because I'd have to find someone else to listen to me complain about the broken recycling bin, and definitely someone else to feed and walk. The structure is good for me, and I think he knows it.