Text B The right to live - A dog's account
When I was a puppy, I made you laugh and you called me your child. Despite the chewed shoes and pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" Then you'd give in and roll me over on the rug for a rub. My housetraining took a long time because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together until there were no more stains. I remember nights, sleeping in your bed listening to your dreams, and believing that I'd been provided with a royal life. We rotated between long walks to the park, car rides, and stops for ice cream. Gradually, the rhythm of life changed as you lagged behind, spending more time at work and searching for a human mate.