It Exists to Worship & Serve
Its Owner is at work. During those hours, it lives in a backyard cage.
During this time, it has been trained to ponder its worthlessness. To admire its Owner’s superiority. It prays to Owner. It longs for Owner to return. Its only value is serving Owner. Alone, it is nothing.
Years spent contemplating Owner’s glory, accepting Owner’s supremacy has narrowed its world.
Mopping floors, making Owner’s bed, cooking for Owner, these acts make it content. Those rare evenings licking Owner’s boots and feet are its highest joy.
It has no discernible personality. It is a worshiper and servitor. Nothing else.
It has committed a sin. It failed to control its bladder. Angry, Owner will beat it, ignore its pathetic squeals.
It should lick it up now. The urine is still wet. It is paralyzed with fear. Later, when dry, the yellow stain will prove its crime.
Owner will force it to like the concrete until the stain is gone. It will not be allowed in the home this night. Nor fed.
It will cry and pray for mercy.
In the morning, Owner will act as if it never happened.
The narrow circle of its life will continue. This will be true for as long as it exists.