You’d think we be immune to it by now, but there’s something about looking down at a dog’s big, sad eyes that make us want to drink an entire bottle of wine and then call our ex-boyfriend at 2 a.m. to cry about how we miss his “good morning” texts. Which is weird, because this article is totally not about our ex. So why do we feel this sudden surge of heartbreaking sadness? Suddenly all we want to do is go home, cry, and share our pint of Haagen Dazs with the dog and — Ohhh, I get it now. Good try, dog. Good try.