Here Boy, Here Boy... Good Dog!!!

He has jumped through hoops, he has sat when he has been told, he has never peed on the rug and yet they still make him sleep outside in the fucking cold. The same old bones are still constantly offered and when its convenient he is allowed inside to play and to be entertained... But still there comes the same kick in the head and back out in the cold when they are done playing their games, when they have had their fun.

Here boy, Here Boy - Good Dog!

He still stays in hope when he hears talk of new bones and some tasty treats on the side so he still savors the old bones and shows loyalty by sitting at their feet. He is constantly being asked why?, why don't you bite them? You have the teeth; bite them! But its the same answer he gives, what choices does he have? He could run away but it seems the same old bones are offered elsewhere anyway. He stays positive and tries hard not to whimper in their presence, he still sticks up for them when the others say they're not worth it... His heart is losing the battle though and he does not know how much longer he can keep it up.

Here boy, Here boy - Good Dog!

He still remains loyal, he still fetches the stick but now he occasionally snarls. He stops from biting them as he still for some reason believes that they are looking out for him even though the bones are getting older and crustier. He deserves no special treatment and tries not to expect it at all, If it were not for the false temptations of tasty treats and side dishes he may be content with the old bones and the occasional tasty treat. But it gets harder and harder for him to chew the old bones when they seem to show no loyalty in return and they show him the tasty treats and new bones that could be his.

The others show gratitude and tell them he does well, he gets a new collar and soon maybe a new bed or toy... This is better than nothing. He is grateful for what he has, he is content with who he is and he knows he is one of many so he sits at their feet waiting for the next bone.

He continues to entertain himself in whatever way he can and tomorrow he will lick his wounds and clean himself up and by the time he see's them again he will be happy to jump through hoops and sit when he is told as he is content with who he is and what he has. Should he be?

Good Boy, Good Boy - Good Dog.