I wonder, if dogs were sentient, whether they’d be ashamed of the soft, pampered creatures that they’ve become or whether they’d just smugly believe themselves superior to their wild kin, having figured out how to live the cushy life. There’s a Rick and Morty episode that explores similar themes, but I reckon that instead of outrage at how they’ve been turned into pets, sentient dogs would merely create justifications for their weakness and indulgent lifestyle. After all, we do.
A fat dog with half its body rooting through a backpack.
Shit from the pack strewn about.