Too many friends, too much love

I was walking REO a few days ago and met a girl walking her cocker spaniel. The dogs greeted each other and the girl was very friendly and talkative. She asked me how many dogs I had, "two?" she guessed.

"No," I admitted, "I have six dogs. Too many. I don't recommend it."

"Well, why don't you just get rid of some of them," she said.

How can I? I tried to explain to her. How can I get rid of "some" of my dogs? They aren't just "dogs" to me, they're my friends, my buddies, my packmates, my kids. They trust me, they depend on me, they love me. What am I supposed to do? Say, Sorry Tipper, but there are too many of you, so you've got to go back to the cage at the shelter. Maybe someone else will want you. Or maybe not. Sorry, Beau, you too, back to the dog pound. You're awfully big and hyperactive, but maybe someone will want you. Maybe. Sorry Yogi, Mina, Rocky - you're too much to take care of, I just don't want to be bothered anymore. Off to the dog pound with you, maybe somebody will want you. Maybe. If not, at least you will be humanely killed. You'll be dead, you won't pee on my floor anymore. You won't chew my blankets or shoes. You won't eat my couch, or shed hair on my food. You won't drag me down the sidewalk, or run away, or play or romp, or lick my face, or wag your tail, or cuddle with anyone anymore.

How can I do that?