Gone are the dog days of summer

I have this thought I amuse myself with. What if you wrote an addendum to all books/movies where all the main characters have dogs? How would the story then unfold?
Well, for example, murder mysteries would not exist because a dog would either:
1 - prevent a murder happening by sounding the alarm;
2- catch the bad guys within hours;
3- defuse the situation by destressing their owner so that the impulse to commit murder would not take root.
See where I am heading? No. Read on.
Dogs are such perfect creatures that when you listen to them, you get better. We praise the dog for its faithfulness, selflessness, sense of fun, hard work, unconditional love... Do I need to go on? If we were more like them, we would be saner and our books and movies would be kinder and more fun.
Which brings me to why I haven't blogged much this summer. I was with my dogs, enjoying myself. There is nothing to tell when things are going well (les gens heureux n'ont pas d'histoire) and so I was staying quiet. A "fan" said I was awfully quiet so I wrote this little blog... I hope you enjoyed it.