I'm quite upset. So I wrote this...
Dogs, eat this.
Life is supposedly to be easy with too many things to enjoy, but sometimes, something can turn to be quite not right. One words you said, dogs enjoy the scuttlebutt about you with 100 other words, and manipulating your emotions. Your words are like bones, they just Love it. They drool for it.
Sometimes they come in nice outfit; another breed of dogs; puppies, chihuahua, labrador, shepherd, etc. 'Owh, they're such a cutie!", and you get yourself fooled. They bit and they pooped, but it's all right, let us clean it up the mess because we know, no matter cute they are, they're still just dogs. woof! woof!
I will give you all the words, I mean the bones, for you to carry home and feast after you're tired searching in every nook and cranny for them. I pity you so much, dogs. But why are you still biting my butt, hands, and legs? Are you still hungry? Maybe I should grab my bow and arrows to shoot you down. Because I feel sorry for your futile efforts. I'm so sorry.
I'll always treat you as my pets. Because I knew that you created yourselves that way and you want to be treated that way. Work harder, dogs. Keep biting. Keep kicking. Keep struggling. Maybe you will be lucky enough to get my flesh and bones after this. Who knows? Come on, let me see what you can do. =)
It's ok, dogs. It's my job to forgive you (for now).
I still love you still, dogs.
(as my pets)
Let's go for a walk! Shall we?
p/s: Beware of whom you are bartering/exchanging the bones with. Because they might bite your tail back. Well, that's what your karma bitches and buddies do. Aite?