disclaimer: PTerry's, not mine, despite numerous efforts to the contrary.
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We're all someone's dog, Angua had said. It was nothing to do with love. It was about ownership. You obeyed someone, and you didn't mind because you knew you couldn't do anything else. She named no names, but sometimes she wondered.
Vimes was happily married-- anyone could see how much he and Sybil cared for each other. Lord Vetinari's life was the city; he had no room for personal.
Still…
They called him Vetinari's terrier. Angua knew that wasn't what they meant, but whenever Vimes returned from the Palace with that indefinable look in his eye, she had to wonder.