Would you sell your pet for $140,000?

Never, ever, ever! And I'd smack the person for even asking. My bond with my little papillon is insane. He's a spoiled brat, wakes me up every morning for food and to play with him as he falls back asleep, thinks he's the boss of me, will take a poop anywhere he feels like it... on the other hand, he depends on me for everything, will lay his head on my lap and just gaze into my eyes, always wants to be in the same room as me, loves to play and try to trick me. He's my most valuable possession. You can have my house, my $1000s of dollars of photography equipment, my car, my money. You can't have my dog. I could become destitute and homeless and he'd be right there with me, living in a cardboard box.