By Leopold Bloom
Those who know me know I like my comforts. And in my maturity and wisdom, I’m also not afraid to let Human know what I want, with a full repertoire of Leo melodies.
I sing when I’m hungry, when I’m thirsty, when I’m lonely, and, most importantly, when I’m cold.
Now, people out there may say, oh but dogs can live outside, dogs can brave the elements, dogs are descended from wolves.
Well, to those people I say, we are not wolves, we are dogs. If you can remember with any relevance what you were doing 33,000 years ago, and think you are anything like that now, then get back to me. Meanwhile, I like to remind people who leave their dogs outside in the cold that they are inexplicably and unjustifiably ignoring the fact that there are about 15,000 years worth of the wisdom of domestication behind my choice to cry until Human puts me in my fleece onesie.
We’re dogs. And in this terrier’s humble opinion, we know a thing or two about getting comfortable. After all, we saw humans, recognised how wonderful cooperation could be, put our heads in your laps, and domesticated ourselves.
And why did we domesticate ourselves? Because we were cold!
So bring us inside, and enjoy the warmth of a friendship that is 15,000 years strong!
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