We asked a few dogs to open up and confess what they really hate about their people. Read on a sincere confession from your so called best friends. Here is some food for thought, hoomans…
YOU ONLY WANT THE BED FOR YOURSELF
How selfish is that, hooman? You sleep on a way too bigger bed than mine and still won’t share? You have pillows, soft blankets, more pillows and all that space. And when I decide to hop up on it at 5 am, when I’m cold and lonely down there, you get all pissed off and make it one hell of a problem! How is that fair?
YOU WON’T SHARE FOOD
Imagine me cooking every day all those different flavored granulеs, and you’ll just sit there and feel the amazing smell and never ever get to try!
Wait, that’s not all. I will be looking at you in the eyes, while eating my gourmet granule dishes, annoyingly repeating “No, buddy, that’s food for dogs, not hoomans!” How would that feel, huh?
YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY NOT GONNA EAT THAT! WHY CAN’T I?
You don’t eat those flowers in the pots. You don’t eat the fallen from the trees leaves! You don’t even eat my poo, but still – neither do I! Why would you forbid that, it’s such a waste of food! I am so done with that! I’m now going to eat that paper from that trash bin and there’s nothing you can do about it!
YOU LEAVE ME EVERYDAY WITHOUT TELLING ME WHERE YOU ARE GOING
I remember you told daddy once that if he leaves without telling you where he’s going, you’ll draw a portrait of him on his car with a key. I don’t know what that really means, but you didn’t sound quite happy. I feel the same way when you leave me here alone and go out. I never know if you are coming back! And I cannot draw portraits to make you guys stay like daddy did…
YOU LOVE SO MANY OTHER CREATURES
I saw how you pet that dog the other day. What? Was she prettier than me? Do you find her more pawesome? And you are always holding and smiling to some tiny hoomans… I don’t understand what they really are but I feel extremely jealous because I think some of them are almost as cute as I am… I hope one day I will finally bark my way to your heart and take the whole space there!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE OTHER ROOM?
I really can’t find an explanation why you and dad take me to the living room and get locked in the bedroom. Sometimes I think you have a secret granule storage and you eat it in a corner.
I also hate when you sleep until 8 am while I am dashing myself against the door, crying for you to get up and… just be with me in the living room.