Being human sucks. I think I want to be a dog. A country dog.
I want to have a farm to run around in, I want to howl at the moon without being too big a pain in the ass. I want to sit by my people on a porch when it's a nice night, and to eat the hot dogs and burgers that get burnt or dropped on the ground during cookouts. I want to roughhouse with kids and chase them on their bikes or follow them when they're playing in the fields. I want to ride in the back of pickups. I want to chase rabbits.
Of course, that would mean giving up a lot of good stuff, too. I don't really want to be a dog that bad, but, right at this second, I'm so tired of the drama of being a person, and it's not even my drama.
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