By: Vinay Menon
Do you really want your dog battling existential dread while out for a walk in search of a fire hydrant? Do you want your dog to feel like an unlovable outcast as he half-heartedly gnaws on a chew toy? Do you want to throw a tennis ball and watch your dog just sit there in a fugue state contemplating unrequited love and alienation, all while set to a melody that was crafted to make a human cry in a Blockbuster parking lot after a bad breakup in 1994?

















