I have 2 dogs. One is our little shitzu/poodle mix that is my wife's baby and sleeps in the bed with us. The other is a mutt that showed up on our porch over a decade ago. His name is Uggy. He is still basically a stray that only comes home to sleep in my basement, shit on the floor in the garage, and eat my dog food. The rest of the time he's out bumming food off of the other neighbors in our neighborhood who love him as much as we do, because he is a likeable if incorrigible fat fuck. As soon as he finally dies, I'm going to turn our finished basement/his sleeping area into a playroom for our kids, but, being the miserable yet lovable pain in the ass he is, he's probably gonna live forever, shedding and shitting all over my old couch in the basement. He has to be at least fourteen by now, and my wife is actively rooting for his demise at this point.