Dr. Pusey lives on a diet of amused despair and vengeful, grim anticipation. While very fond of animals, he looks upon his own species as a loathsome blight that reminds him of those filthy vagrants accompanied by malnourished dogs that you see panhandling in the subway: revolting, tragic, doomed, and unexpectedly still alive. He has been arrested multiple times for treating the patient as a whole person, not just a disease.