You are fucking killing it lately. You’ve got a nice suit, some dope sweatpants, convinced everyone around you that leather accents aren’t just for girls and fetishists, a cool tattoo that is both funny and meaningful, and your house plant game is skronger than the Hulk. But If you’re really killing it, I mean, straight serial killing the summer, you even have an adorable dog. You could take exclusive B-roll photos for the rest of your life and not get as many likes and notes as one single photo of your dog laying in some grass. Like any other choice in life, the breed of dog you choose says more about you than you’ll ever know, until now of course. Because, being Four Pins’ resident judgmental asshole, I’m here to tell you what your dog says about you.