day 7

It proves often humbling that my personal conduct should often be compared to the likes of a dog.
To which the following attributes contribute to that notion:
1. I pee as and when (and where) I like.
2. I eat as and when I like.
3. I need someone else to prove my existence.
4. I am loyal to that someone else.
5. I snore when I sleep.
6. I stick out my tongue to act cute.
7. I shit as and when (and where) I like.

Instead of feeling humiliated, the virtue of being dog-like is its seemingly free lifestyle that one can enjoy. After all, I get to do what I like, unless my Master should prevent me from walking onto the grass. Or, based on my Master's fancies, I get to eat her leftovers and the cans of Pedigree she buys, which I don't have much of a choice.

It also pays to be cuter, because my master can choose a flashy leash to wrap around my neck. I start to wear long sleeves and branded garments. I walk more confidently and I am not afraid to shake my butt.

There is a definitely a virtue in being dog-like. You are doted on, loved and hugged as and when your Master likes. And I like her warmth, her rough and gentle touch; and how she needs to hold on to the leash to affirm herself that she is always beside me. I won't run away; why should I? I have all I need in this home. I bark when she calls me. She gives me fanciful names - Baby, Hamster, Baby, Dear, Darling, and always back to Baby.

I can't be any happier. Thank you Master. I am always your obedient dog.

Happy Anniversary Baby.