Doesn't bother my husband that we have two fluffy little dogs. They go everywhere with us, even strapped in a car seat in the back of his jeep. We have a 30 year old umarried son who calls them his "chic magnet". Says everytime he keeps them and takes them for a walk, the women come from everywhere. I was in the bank a few weeks ago standing in line, had Barkley, my newest one. When the girls behind the counter saw him they came out from behind the counter and wanted to hold and kiss on him. When they went back, a very nice looking, 25ish young man punched me on the shoulder, and said "Where can I get one of those." Everyone in the bank just cracked up. No shame from my men for loving fluffy little dogs.
