if i were a pet...
if i were a pet of any sort how easy my life would be. there would be no expectation of me to do anything other than mull about my surroundings contently. i wouldnt have to worry about making ends meet because my owner would see to that for me. i wouldnt have to worry about wars, the downfall of the economy, raising of gas prices... or anything of the like.
i would wake up when i saw fit to. from there i would make my rounds; smell things that are familar to me, stratch my neck --behind my ears especially-- meander over to my food bowl and eat. if by some foul fate my food dish were not full all i would have to do is wait for my master to return home from where ever s/he goes and they would promptly fill it for me, appologizing for leaving it empty. late at night i would be immune to any sort of arguments that may arise, for its clear that the discontent is not with me, rather how others are handleing their own affairs.
if, as is usually the case, my master is not burdened by arguments, discontent, bitterness, and other such foul moods i need only walk slowly infront of them and they would quickly snatch me up; scratch me, pet me, kiss me, talk to me with love and affection in their voices. from there i would only have to make 1 tough decision; do i stay in their lap? or do i get up and carry on with my own agenda --wandering about and smelling things.
i greatly desire to live a life of a pet.