Glad He is Chained

Glad He is Chained

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The dog stood guard in front of her doghouse, growling at the mere smell of the humans nearby. She sniffed some more and realized one human was approaching, and quickly. She barked and growled further, but the human stepped up in front of her and put his hands on his hips.

“Are you being a good girl?” he asked, chuckling. The dog snarled. “Do you want a treat?” He held his fist into the air and shook it, as if there was anything inside. The dog smelled his hand, and knew that there was not.

She scowled at him as much as any dog could. “You wouldn’t do this if I could get any closer,” she said. “Because you know what I’d do.”

The human danced around, prancing like a fancy man. “You’re not being a good girl!” He shouted in a sing-song tone.

“I’m not a good girl,” the dog said. “But at least I am aware of that. You are oblivious to your own malicious nature.”

“You know what bad dogs get?” the human asked. He picked up a rock and chucked it at her, hitting her in the leg. “They get rocks!”

“Come closer,” the dog said. “Come on and act like a human.”

The human laughed. “What an idiot. I can’t believe you’re just gonna stand there and bark at me. Come on, attack! Chase me!” The human ran away, hoping the dog would chase him and choke herself on her chain. But she didn’t.

As the human disappeared from view, the dog laid down in the grass. The human was a simple being. He didn’t realize his own ignorance, his own arrogance. He wore it like a collar around his neck. And the dog was fine with that. “I’m glad he is chained,” she said. “For if he knew what he were doing, he would truly be a monster. Instead, he is merely an animal.”

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