I kinda wanna be a dog
Oh, to be a dog. I wake up most mornings, wrestle with the existential dread of my alarm clock, glance at the piling bills on the counter, and then cast an envious eye at my furry housemates -- the boss' dogs -- who are belly-up, snoring like contented chainsaws. And that’s when the thought hits me, almost daily: pets, particularly dogs, have it ridiculously easy.
