I bought a dog to enslave her, but she wouldn’t pick cotton, so I emancipated her.
She sits all day and waits for me to play with her, fetch her treats, feed her food I cook for her to eat, then clean up her mess!
Who's the slave here I wonder as I pay for her expensive vet bills?
The way I cater to my dog you gotta wonder who is the slave and who is the master.
That’s OK, I adopted (pound puppies) all six of my slaves, just so I could spend the rest of my life playing door monitor.