Humanologist

These people are strange animals. Dogs don't look like us at all. We are so different that sometimes I even wonder why I live with them. Well, it's true that they feed me, but that's not the only thing that connected us. They are very ugly. They have almost no fur, and their posture is so unnatural. What other animal walks upright. None, as far as I know. I, on the other hand, am quite nice. I saw myself in the puddles - white with black and brown spots. I am a cross between a Samoyed and a German Shepherd. I must admit, however, that their front legs are quite dexterous, although quite stunted at first glance. On the other hand, can they scratch with their hind leg behind their ear Can not. I don't envy them at all that they can catch various objects. I also do very well with my mouth. They bark extremely monotonously. Their voice has no intonation, no emotion and sharpness. I wonder if they can communicate with each other at all. Sometimes I think they can, but other times I feel like they're just brushing their teeth. I get annoyed when they talk to me. Can't they realize that I only understand from barking? People are relatively smart. They are easy to train. As soon as I started pushing my plate, they immediately came to feed me. I also taught them to scratch me, I just have to bring them various sticks. However, I can't understand how they benefit from all this work. I both move and eat, and they just make various grimaces, with which they obviously express their satisfaction. Otherwise I love them. I guard their house from thieves and chase stray cats. I think they are happy with me. When it comes to a house, theirs is much bigger, but the yard is entirely mine. It seems strange to me that they stay inside most of the time. The yard is much nicer. I went inside. There are various objects that emit high-frequency sounds and smell unpleasant. The smells in the house can drive me crazy. I prefer to stay outside. I like their child the most. I love it, even though it's obviously slow. He is already one year old and can barely walk. At his age, I was already a bitch. I hope it's okay, darling. Well, it sometimes confuses my nostrils and ears, but I'm not angry with him. It's so defenseless, poor thing. People are not very stupid, but sometimes they cannot see the obvious, they cannot smell the nose and smell the audible. I keep barking that one of the 23 ingredients in the dog food they give me smells like a long-dead animal, and they don't pay any attention to me. They drive it on the principle "Dogs bark, the caravan goes". When I once refused to eat it, they thought I was ill and took me to a man who reached into my ass with a glass object. They are not ashamed. And when the old man came to visit, they did not understand at all that he was ill. I bark that his eyes radiate pain, that his stomach smells rotten, and they smell nothing. They didn't even seem to hear that the old man's heart was working unevenly. They just smiled at him, as if they didn't realize he was going to die soon. The young man plays with me more often and is more friendly. The woman also likes me, but she is more reserved. I know why. She's afraid I'll soil her and tear her pantyhose. However, I like to rip off her pantyhose. She needs to know who's in charge of this yard. Sometimes people dig in the yard. I can't understand why they do it. They put some little grass in the holes, and when I crush them, they are angry with me. Why? Isn't there grass everywhere? What exactly is this for you? At least I know why I'm digging - making holes under the fence to go to the neighbor's bitch. Well, come on. I hear my girlfriend barking. She says she prepared a pleasant surprise for me. I have to go. Interesting animals are people. I like to keep them in the house and take care of them.