There's some quality of love I am learning from my dog.
I think it's love. I'm pretty sure it is.
I feel genuine affection for him. I feel responsibility and
obligation for him. I worry for his well being. I would (and have)
spend great resources to ensure his health and well being. I would
welcome physical harm to my body in order to protect him if I had to.
But I don't *like* this dog. He stresses me out and is often poorly
behaved, and causes physical stress in my body when he suddenly barks
for no reason and scares me, which is all the time.
I don't resent the dog. Like I said, I feel affection for him. But I
can imagine how one might grow to resent something which they love.
