I am 27, and looking for companionship. I don't think of myself as picky, but I do have one rule: you must love dog meat. I have about 3 dogs per week, so if you can't handle the smell and mess, then I am not the one for you. Of course, I clean up after every meal, but you know what it's like to have dog around—they get hair everywhere, and I get drool all over. If you get as much joy as I do out of a tender and juicy little canine, then I think we should meet. Or should I say "meat?"