Fetch

Why do we continue this practice in futility? Do you get some sort of existential joy from running after the bone, and returning it? I'm only going to throw it again. You obviously know more about happiness than I do. You can entertain yourself so simply. It's as easy as, say, tearing apart something that doesn't belong to you, or chasing down someone who is older and smarter than you. You're hopelessly dependent, though; you can't even go outside and take a piss without someone to tell you how good at it you are. Stupid animal, jumping all over things. As evinced by the game with the bone, you never learn anything. Sure, you're cute, but you make a mess of everything and you don't know when to stick your nose somewhere else. It's no wonder bitch became a curse word.