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His dogs??

He had almost forgotten them, although they had played such an important part in his early dreams.

Then they had always been romping around him on these walks, yelping with delight, dashing off into the bushes on fruitless hunting expeditions, returning to jump up on him triumphantly with muddy paws.

Dogs did something to one's ego.

They were constantly assuring you that you were one of the world's great guys.

Regardless of how much of a slob you knew yourself to be, you could be certain they would never find out -- and even if they did it would make no difference.