If you want to meet the cutest dog in the world, here’s my advice. Go to a dog park. Sit on a bench. And wait. Eventually, a dog will run up to you with a stick twice its size. It will drop the stick at your feet. Then it will look at you like you’re the only human in the universe.
That’s the one. That’s the most cutest dog in the world. It doesn’t matter if it’s a mutt, a purebred, or a hot-mess of a rescue. At that moment, you are chosen. Congratulations. You now owe that dog a lifetime of belly rubs.
A Final, Bossy Note
Let’s be real. You could show me a picture of your dog right now. I would scream. I would cry. I would say, “That’s it! That’s the one!” Then you’d show me another dog, and I’d say the same thing. I’m unreliable like that.
So here’s the conclusion: The most cutest dog in the world is whichever dog is currently drooling on your couch. Or snoring in your ear. Or begging for your leftover pizza crust. Go pet them right now. I’ll wait.
