I don’t like your dog and that doesn’t make me a psychopath

Years ago, when applying for a job, I sat down for an interview with the company CEO. His dog, a mangy, skittish looking mutt slowly trotted over to me and put her head in my lap. I scratched the dog’s ears absentmindedly, trying to remember my train of thought. The CEO just stared at me, smiling. I got this dog from a shelter, after she was found abused and neglected. She normally hides from strangers. I’m sure you know how this ends. I got the job. I can’t prove that the CEO hired me because his dog liked me and that somehow communicated to him that I…