Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crackle, munch, crunch.

My dog’s got a bone. He likes his bone. He likes it oh so much. He doesn’t like it when I try to take his bone away from him when he is naughty. He likes to bite me then. Him and I, we are two peas in a pod. Unless he bites me. I hit him with a broom. He bites the broom and runs away with it. I cry because he stole my broom. He gives it back and licks my tears away.

He loves me even when I hit him. Dogs like him have no sense of disloyalty when it comes to people like us. They love us and we love them. It is mutual love, and we enjoy it. We benefit each other from it, and therefore, we Are.