STICKS & STONES
My blogs get read more than the ones my human writes. His last blog was about politics, and nobody read it. From what I can see on the shows we watch, like Rachel Madcow, politics is mostly about hating. Same with religion. With humans, things that are supposed to be good are bad.
When my last family imprisoned (new word) me in a shelter, they told me it would be fun, I’d have lots of new friends, and I would have sweet dreams there. Fun is not the word I would use to describe the shelter, especially when my ‘new friends’ were getting killed. A better word is nightmare (new word). And the only dream I had there was that someone would rescue me. When humans came to see which of us they wanted to take home, I tried to look adoptable (new word) but they only wanted puppies. It’s a miracle somebody finally chose me.
The word shelter is supposed to mean safety and protection (new words) but that’s just another word trick. Humans use their mouths to make other humans, and sometimes dogs, feel bad. One time my human called me a ‘good-for-nothing mutt’. He was very sorry but I didn’t like him for the whole afternoon. In the five years I’ve been alive it seems that human’s word attacks have gotten worse and worser. You hear sayings like, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” That is a big pile of poop. Words do hurt.
What if humans couldn’t talk? Just imagine (new word).