u/Candid-Gas-7321

I am domesticated. I open my eyes in a litter of animals just like me. Overpopulated and packed. Far too many even in a world not so little. My mother nurses me and I follow her about, learning the ways of the world. How to be a good dog. My mother taught me to be nice to my owner. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Even if my owner is volatile. Stay out of the way. Don't engage. Don't bark. Don't whine. Don't cry. Don't bite. I see the other dogs on the streets. Abandoned. It is clear that if I'm not a good dog, If I do not obey, If my owner stops caring, I am gone. From my home or even from this world.

The dogs stay outside. where we belong. The owners stay inside. They have power, control. They come with deadlier things than teeth, things that even numbers couldn't beat. I stand at their backdoor and wait for my owner to feed me. If I whine enough, they may come out just to make me quiet. My owner spits on me in the face sometimes. Taunting me. My mouth opens to bite but I clamp it shut. I am a good dog. But it's harder to resist when I'm starving. I think it makes them remorseful when I look so pitiful. I get fed when they remember me. inside. Ignorant. Out-of-touch. 

I wander outside. Nothing to do. No one to play with. My mother is too sick to play with me. She's a brachycephalic breed. Made to please eyes. Maybe not "made" for it, when we were “made” to be dogs. But she is now. She does tricks for our owners even when she almost can't walk. Like she's stuck.

 One day she lets go. Now I don't have anyone to sleep with either. I met another dog. Someone to play with. My owner doesn't care about our love. They think that we follow rules. So it doesn't bother them. But sometimes I wonder why some things are against love's rules. But I agree. Because there are laws of nature for a reason. Right?  I never stopped to wonder who made these rules. What happens if someone were to break them? What my owner would do if I did too. But I wouldn't go against my owner. Ever. Those dogs have to be delusional. It's not natural. 

Even though I have someone with me now. I still feel alone. Like I'm the only one on the planet. I can only really see from my perspective. Even when thinking of others. How do I know if anyone thinks the same as me? I'm trapped in my mind. I wish I could be like my owner. They are more valuable. 

As grow older with time. I think to myself. Still obedient. When I have pups I wish that they would stop barking. Stop whining. Stop crying. Stop biting. I teach them the ways of the world. I tell them to never bite. I think they understand. But then my owner spits in my pup's face. I hold in my anger. My pups beg for food. Beg for water. Just like me. But all they get is a wad of spit. I grow sick of it every day. My pups beg more than I ever did. I don't blame them. I realize now that if they don't beg then we'll be forgotten. If we become complacent with nothing, then we're dead.  If we fight back, then we're dead.

 Just like in the wild. If it's all the same ,and we have to fight to live anyways. Then why am I here? Why do I beg? Why do I comply? Why can't I cry? Even a great poet like Shakespeare says, "When we are born, we cry that we have come to this great stage of fools."  but it is more than just that. It is primal. We cry before we are corrupted by society. We cry as animals. Animals cry. Animals laugh. When we are true we make the sound that we were born to make. A language before evolution. Evolution that I was born into. No not born. Forced. I no longer feel that my body is natural. Maybe it never was. People like my owner made me like this. Made me think. If I was like them would I think? Would I wonder why my pup is treated like this? Why have I been treated like this? If I will never be like them, why should I fight to be like me? To stay at the bottom. I want to bark. I want to whine. I want to cry. I want to bite. 

I am domesticated. But I don't just want anymore. I need to be free. So I bite. And I maul. I see my owner's face. Scared. For the first time, I'm the one with power. The one with control. I don't stop until a loud bang. Then I remembered why dogs don't bite. I'm not as "advanced". Not as "smart". I'm not on the same level as them. I'm put down. I'm only a dog so it doesn't matter. No one will notice. But I do not regret biting that hand that abused me. I am a reminder that dogs can bite.

I am domesticated. I open my eyes in a litter of animals just like me. Overpopulated and packed. Far too many even in a world not so little. My mother nurses me and I follow her about, learning the ways of the world. How to be a good dog. My mother taught me to be nice to my owner. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Even if my owner is volatile. Stay out of the way. Don't engage. Don't bark. Don't whine. Don't cry. Don't bite. I see the other dogs on the streets. Abandoned. It is clear that if I'm not a good dog, If I do not obey, If my owner stops caring, I am gone. From my home or even from this world.

The dogs stay outside. where we belong. The owners stay inside. They have power, control. They come with deadlier things than teeth, things that even numbers couldn't beat. I stand at their backdoor and wait for my owner to feed me. If I whine enough, they may come out just to make me quiet. My owner spits on me in the face sometimes. Taunting me. My mouth opens to bite but I clamp it shut. I am a good dog. But it's harder to resist when I'm starving. I think it makes them remorseful when I look so pitiful. I get fed when they remember me. inside. Ignorant. Out-of-touch. 

I wander outside. Nothing to do. No one to play with. My mother is too sick to play with me. She's a brachycephalic breed. Made to please eyes. Maybe not "made" for it, when we were “made” to be dogs. But she is now. She does tricks for our owners even when she almost can't walk. Like she's stuck.

 One day she lets go. Now I don't have anyone to sleep with either. I met another dog. Someone to play with. My owner doesn't care about our love. They think that we follow rules. So it doesn't bother them. But sometimes I wonder why some things are against love's rules. But I agree. Because there are laws of nature for a reason. Right?  I never stopped to wonder who made these rules. What happens if someone were to break them? What my owner would do if I did too. But I wouldn't go against my owner. Ever. Those dogs have to be delusional. It's not natural. 

Even though I have someone with me now. I still feel alone. Like I'm the only one on the planet. I can only really see from my perspective. Even when thinking of others. How do I know if anyone thinks the same as me? I'm trapped in my mind. I wish I could be like my owner. They are more valuable. 

As grow older with time. I think to myself. Still obedient. When I have pups I wish that they would stop barking. Stop whining. Stop crying. Stop biting. I teach them the ways of the world. I tell them to never bite. I think they understand. But then my owner spits in my pup's face. I hold in my anger. My pups beg for food. Beg for water. Just like me. But all they get is a wad of spit. I grow sick of it every day. My pups beg more than I ever did. I don't blame them. I realize now that if they don't beg then we'll be forgotten. If we become complacent with nothing, then we're dead.  If we fight back, then we're dead.

 Just like in the wild. If it's all the same ,and we have to fight to live anyways. Then why am I here? Why do I beg? Why do I comply? Why can't I cry? Even a great poet like Shakespeare says, "When we are born, we cry that we have come to this great stage of fools."  but it is more than just that. It is primal. We cry before we are corrupted by society. We cry as animals. Animals cry. Animals laugh. When we are true we make the sound that we were born to make. A language before evolution. Evolution that I was born into. No not born. Forced. I no longer feel that my body is natural. Maybe it never was. People like my owner made me like this. Made me think. If I was like them would I think? Would I wonder why my pup is treated like this? Why have I been treated like this? If I will never be like them, why should I fight to be like me? To stay at the bottom. I want to bark. I want to whine. I want to cry. I want to bite. 

I am domesticated. But I don't just want anymore. I need to be free. So I bite. And I maul. I see my owner's face. Scared. For the first time, I'm the one with power. The one with control. I don't stop until a loud bang. Then I remembered why dogs don't bite. I'm not as "advanced". Not as "smart". I'm not on the same level as them. I'm put down. I'm only a dog so it doesn't matter. No one will notice. But I do not regret biting that hand that abused me. I am a reminder that dogs can bite.