I often wonder what a dog thinks about when the human is out of control. Hopefully my take on this isn't too far fetched.
All she needs to do is love me. Let me sit in her lap and scratch my fur.
But I'm strapped to her chest, strapped to some guy that I keep growling at, in hopes of her sending the stinky man away.
He smells like poop. And he keeps trying to mate with her. I dislike him.
It's cold and I can't really breathe well. Out in the distance there is something shiny that has no legs. How is it standing?
The three of us seem to be getting closer to the end where there's a big hole. He keeps pushing us, and my human is scared.
Surely we're not going to fall?
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