This poor pooch. It just want to go through its happy little dog life of bones and chasing its own tail, yet it’s owner keeps dressing it up like he’s people. The entire point of being a dog is that you’re not people, who have people things to deal with like work and bills and heartbreak and stress.
The dog life is the good life. You have unconditional love in your heart. You know true happiness. You shit and you don’t even have to wipe your own ass — someone else picks it up for you.
IDK why any dog would ever want to be a person.