Monday, March 25, 2013

I Am Not an Animal!

    Hey there! While taking a walk on a (shudder) leash it occurred to me that they treat me like a...a...a animal! Do you know what I have to say to that?!
  
                                          
Ok... so maybe I am. 
But that is so besides the point! 

     The real message I'm trying to get across here is just because I was born with fur and a tail, and just because my humans aren't privileged to have four legs on which to run does not give them any right to treat me different? If you were born with four hips instead of shoulders would we tie a belt around your neck and walk you on a rope? 
     Just because we dogs look different and okay act a little different (It's not everyday you see a human go to the bathroom in public.. and if you do you're probably in WalMart.) does not mean you should treat us different. Even though our lack of proper vocal chords does not give us the ability to communicate directly, does not mean that when we cock our heads to the side or give you The Look we are asking you to dress us up in tutu's or (ahem masters) hot dog costumes -_-. Neither does it mean we want to be paraded in a pink bedazzled dog carrier. But most of all let it be known when we scratch our ear, we are doing just that scratching our ear not trying to communicate in some code to say "Oh remember that ugly painful cone of shame I wore last year that I hated? Yeah, can I have that back? Pleeeeease!"  
     When a dog gives you The Look they are saying I am an intelligent race. Remember that basset hound that looked so sad perhaps maybe it was because he knew the cure to cancer and couldn't tell you!
     Hold on I'm sorry I really can't speak for all dog's like any race some just really are idiots.







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