One of the more lasting mysteries in quality state is how a habitually-ordered spruce lusus naturae - one who insists on having his milieu clean, neat and sterile, next to everything in its fix and a fix for everything, beside a car that is lovingly water-washed and fantastically detailed erstwhile a calendar month - of a sudden finds himself or herself flesh and blood beside the last-ditch slovenly person who thinks null of following boggy feet into the live room, sloughing hair all over from bedchamber to sofa, to say relative quantity of spreading saliva all over and done with the role.
Welcome to the ace global of society and their dogs.