This weekend i was delegated to watch a friend's dog. Being a bit miserable and sick dampened my spirits on the whole enterprise, but not by much. After two days of sulking the doggy decided to finally join me in the computer room and lie behind me,licking every inch of himself, and sometimes resting his head on my lap.
I also found it somewhat gratifying to tell the pizza guy, that i will be back after walking "my dog". That's as good as, or if not better than, saying "my boyfriend." I felt slightly elated but also embarrassed.