When I woke up this morning and got dressed for a day of garage cleaning, weed eating, etc., I gave my little maltipoo, laying on the bed next to my wife’s leg, a pat on the head. I said, “you lucky little dog. You don’t have anything to worry about. Everything is supplied. As long as we are alive and able, you will receive all the food and shelter and lovin’ you need.”
And then I said, “Of course, we neutered you, you have no freedom and your life is at our whim.”
And then it hit me like a brick. The government is attempting to turn us all into its lap dogs.
Brilliant and the only thing missing is the fact that your dog was totally oblivious to all you said, just like real life welfare recipients.