I am a
British bulldog
I am a British bulldog.
I wonder why I have to obey commands.
I hear my owners saying beg, sit, come, go, lay down.
I see children stretching my fur.
I want to not do too many commands.
I hear, “Bad dog!!!”
I pretend to be happy.
I feel tired.
I touch the cold floor.
I understand dogs are meant to be commanded.
I say, “I need a break.”
I dream I get a rest.
