The Dog Story

I am a dog and proud to be one. My name's Moron, don't know what that means but draws a lot of attention when Peter, my master, calls my name out on streets. Guess my name is something either very holy or strange for people to instantly turn around and gaze as if I am a wonder of the world. 

Peter is a nice guy, my master as I said earlier. Oops... calling him master, technically makes me a slave! So let me address him as my legal guardian than master, that sounds better. We hold ourselves up at an apartment on the 15th floor of the Lake View Avenue, no lake is visible from the windows though except for Peter's wallpaper on his Microsoft Windows. He's an optimistic helper-ton who works as a professor at the university, right guy in the right job. Middle class earning and mediocre standard of living is what we live in.

Being a dog, Peter expects me to bark, but I don't really appreciate the idea of barking, because that wastes my energy and causes a lot of sound pollution. So I choose to be a responsible citizen's pet, which Peter seldom understands. We stay on the 15th story and only an idiot will make an attempt to burgle up the house only to get disappointed to know that for Peter 'knowledge is wealth'. So everyone else who comes knocking, I assume is an acquaintance.

Heard a lot of people bragging about "Living a dogs' life". That doesn't amuse me as, being a dog myself, I am aware of the hardships that Peter faces and the comforts that I indulge in. Why compare man's life to that of a dog who always demonstrates highest standards of integrity and loyalty? Men will always be men!

I wonder maybe some day dogs will have communities and governments of their own; wherein we shall fight for human rights, stage mass protests and also wage non violent wars against the tyrants. I am fascinated by the idea of leadership, would like to lead our community one day; after all 'every dog has his day'.