I like dogs, kinda. I don't like them enough to own one, but I'd like to have one around every once in a while when I'm out. Dogs are total chick magnets. You could have the ugliest, stupidest, stinkiest dog in the world and girls will want to come up and pet it and talk to you about dogs, I guess. If you're smooth enough, you could easily turn this conversation into getting digits so they can come see the dog, or you, again.
Somebody needs to open up a dog rental where I could rent a dog for an afternoon. I'd walk him around and meet girls. Tell them that it belongs to my parents, friend, cousin or something and I'm dog-sitting. When I've gain a sufficient amount of numbers, I could take him back and not have to worry about him crapping on my floor.
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