Dog Farm
A group of dogs that occupied a farm often discussed just how different things were back in the old dog years. Some of them barked out a dismal view of the farm, claiming a general decline of their honorable canine heritage. In fact, the Bulldogs and Pointers, along with several others reminisced about how wonderful life on the farm once was; how all dogs shared their toys and treats, mated for life, and obeyed their master. It was the carefree attitudes they perceived of this generation’s pups that led to their bones of contention. The Pointers blamed the young for the thunderstorms that were coming upon the farm and the influx of predators. They even blamed them for the Terriers’ activity.
Now the Terriers fervently disagreed and scratched the notion that dog life was running down hill. In fact, they contested that overall dog life had improved. They cried out for the mixed breeds, and how they were finally getting adopted into loving homes the same as the purebreds; how dogs and cats were now able to live on the same farm without trying to harm each other. They dug up things that their opponents thought to be buried in the past, filling their good old days with bad dogs and all sorts of sons of bitches.
Still other dogs thought these conversations to be quite silly. They saw many of these correlations to be far fetched—involving factors reaching beyond their level of understanding and realm of control. In every generation, they sniffed various ideals that had grown worse as others were made better. It seemed as though the Bulldogs, Pointers, Terriers and their followers only said what their packs’ itching ears wanted to hear. But these dogs sensed their master was in complete control of the dog farm; attempting to figure it all out themselves would be like chasing their tails.