I once knew a dog named Apollo who looked nothing like his namesake, the most handsome Greek God with long locks of golden hair, a muscular build, and above-average height. This Apollo, an English Bulldog, was round as could be with folds upon folds of furry mass, a scrunched up face with a tongue that lolled out the side of his mouth with ever-present doggy drool constantly flowing over his jowls. He was, however, the sweetest animal I have ever known. His eyes radiated nothing but unconditional love. He was very attentive to his humans, and if ever you felt sad or lonely, you could find Apollo right by your side, nudging you with his head and tail wagging endlessly.

This massive beast with a face only a mother could love would sit on your lap, mistakenly thinking he was a small toy breed. That adorably ugly face would peer up at you, eyes begging for a scratch behind the ears or a rub on the rump, all love and drool at the same time. The ever-demanding need radiating from this sweet animal was irresistible. Petting his short, finely textured brindled coat was pleasing for both of us. Apollo enjoyed belly rubs the most, loose skin folding over but soft and warm. He would close his eyes and fall asleep like a baby- an ugly baby at that, but also God’s gift to humanity.