After knocking on too many doors, being with a companion who stopped every five minutes to pet a dog, having one almost every morning for a week leave nice presents on our doorstep, getting my favorite skirt ripped by a pitbull, and yesterday, getting scared out of my wits walking in a dark ally on the way to a very ill investigator by a crazy dog, I've come to the conclusion that dogs are just not for me. Their Satan's number 1 biggest tool against missionary work. I could write a book about my South Texas dog experiences. However, I would very much like a bunny who acts like a dog. One of our investigators has one. It's adorable.