Me: My life defies meaning. You have it so much easier!
Cookie: Why?
Me: Is that a question? You are a dog. You have no responsibilities. You are fed. You potty in the open and others clean up after you. I have to work. Somedays I like it, somedays I don't, most days I can't tell. I may have a family soon and then my life and freedom will be chained in all sorts of responsibilities. If I don't have a family, I'll feel even worse. Society will laugh at me. No one expects you to do anything, you just have to exist. And people care for you simply because you have a tail and a high propensity to lick us when we are feeling low.
Cookie: Somedays I want to have pasta instead of ruddy Pedigree. And pottying in the open is your idea of freedom? I'd be willing to slave as a stupid librarian for pasta and a little privacy.
Me: You dont get it.
Cookie: Stop whining ALL the time!
Me: We'll see who whines when there will be no cheese falling from the dinner table. Stupid Dog!
Cookie: *wags tail*
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Start family soon ... errr...whats that a contraceptive malfunction?
dude??!
of the entire conversation im glad thats your primary concern/takeaway..
i say anything else and ull accuse me of hitting on cookie...
haha.. thats true..
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