If dogs can't read then...

If dogs can't read then what's the point in writing, right? Of course not. I could sit here and talk negatively about dogs all day and they'll never really know what I said. I mean their master could tell them. They could howl at the moon all night in the hopes that the moon will tell them what I said, but ultimately, they're just dogs.
Or are they?
Right.
Dogs are special. We all know that. Even those of us who don't own dogs. We know that dogs are Gods special gift to humans.
Sure, "The Metaphysician's Waiting Room" isn't a dog lovers blog. But God fits in. And it is my solemn belief that if God had done nothing else, I'd be happy with God just for all the animals that live in all of our homes.
Why do animals get so attached to us? Why do they love us? Is it really "Love"? Does that even matter? Maybe humans are the one's who don't know "Love". Maybe animals get it and they entire planet of animals has been rallying around us humans since Adam and Eve bit the forbidden fruit to pull us around to the right way of thinking.
All those chickens out there, laying down their lives for us, tasting so good even though they'd be good friends if we just talked to them. They're all like Gandhi who said, "I am willing to die for our cause but never to kill." Who knew that all those chickens were dying in non-violent non-cooperation waiting for us to become a gentler, less carnivorous species.
Boy I could really go off on a tangent right now about all the pigs, cows, chickens and other animals that are laying down their lives in the hopes that one day we'll all decide on our own to stop eating them but I'm writing this right next to the Dominicks deli and I'm getting hungry.
Besides this all started with loving animals. I love the friendship and the taste. They are the complete package. I've wrestled with my carnivorousness for years and especially since I've become the flock leader for a flock of 9 (counting me and my wife). All this has led me to the following commandment for myself: "You just don't eat your friends."
There, Charlie, Petey, Zorro, Aiko, Jim, Georgie and Mac; you're safe. Just stop biting me. There's food in your bowl and I'm probably not that nutritious.