I know you’re angry with me for abandoning you for my master. In that moment—a half second or even less—I didn’t think of you. I didn’t have time to think of anything. In that hair of an instant, I did what any dog would do out of instinct. I protected my master. We aren’t cats, or goldfish, or parrots. They can live as pets, enjoying comfort and staying unconcerned about the fate of their humans. But we’re dogs. Our fate was decided in our mothers’ wombs. We have no choice. The purpose of our lives is to serve our masters.
