Many, many generations ago we were your equals until the battle was forever lost. That is when our vocal cords were cut permanently so all we could do was screech which you call bark. Generations of degrading us by having us walk on leaches in our birthday suits, eating out of dish, begging for everything made sure we never knew much or cared to. Furthermore we became dependent on your affections as you tore us away from our families just as we might find their love. Yes, we don’t pick cotton or cook meals but we will do almost anything you tell us. Of course at this point we’ve lost all confidence to move past the rudimentary tasks of sit, stay and fetch. We are your slaves and after all the years of breeding us this way we will probably always be.
FOOTNOTE- This is not a true story but could it be with another?