Don't judge me but I have a dog friend.
He's called Scampi and is a mischievous tripod (i.e. he has three legs). I don't mind him because although he's well behaved most of the time, he occasionally gets a rush of blood to the head and digs big holes in his mum's lovely, well cared for garden. Way to go, Scampi!
So, although dogs are mostly annoying yappers with no redeeming features, Scampi is OK.
Anyhoo, Scampi's mum Sharon sent me this picture. This is exactly what I see because I am royalty. As Queen of my domain, I expect to be obeyed, I do as I please, I demand a banquet a prawns every day and I ALWAYS get my own way.
As for my two hoomans, they are most definitely peasants.
