[Darth Vader]

Granted, but the rescue puppies you reject never find homes anywhere, and they become sick and lonely and scared and start dying off. Their deaths affect you greatly with each one; you feel a surge in your body every time, a paralyzing strike that rushes down your spine in bloodcurdling depression and despair until one day, you just commit suicide from having not accepted more cute puppies into your house - a house, I might add, that can suddenly superiorly house and support an infinite amount of rescue puppies.

I wish all the puppies and dogs in the world never died and were taken care of perfectly, thus never creating a mean or unfriendly dog.