Watch so-called dog people turn beet red in an instant when you try to point out that they are literally enslaving a sentient creature with feelings, who has been bred over hundreds of generations in inhumane conditions, resulting incountless congenital health problems, in order to produce a docile beast who can simulate affection and is literally miserable for the rest of the day when their human isn’t with them.

But no, they say, Mr. Floof is happy! He’s just shitting the bedroom floor and digging compulsively because that’s what dogs do. Sorry Floof, I can’t walk you today, now go run your ruts in the tiny yard and pretend this plastic toy is an animal you hunted.