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A loyal dog

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A loyal dog sits on the floor, looking at the closed door, tilting its head as it listens to the sound of the TV.

The TV it can't see, so it stares at the door. Hardly more productive than its owner—sitting at the couch, staring at the noisy and colourful flashing box.
His eyes remain so hazy from the empty bottles around, almost as plentiful as the other figures around him.

A good dog also wags his tail whenever his boss is around. He licks up the scraps given to him eagerly, looking up at the superior figures with gratitude. Their gazes don't even land on him, instead eying the chew toy he had brought him.

A loyal dog enjoys playing catch, eagerly bringing the same branch again and again, only for it to be thrown again. This is playtime. This is far better than looking at the door.

A good dog also likes its toys— little flat boxes that it can turn on for hours, female dogs so like him, yet lacking the fundamental parts. Perhaps he has cycled through some toys. But its all fine.

There are plenty of sticks in the park, just as there are plenty of paws in the park. Why wouldn't they want to speak to him? If they didn't, why would they be out in the park?

A loyal dog enjoys its leash. It starts wagging its tail whenever it sees it, knowing that that means it'll be taken on a walk. A walk around the park.

A good dog enjoys a good work schedule. It brags with its weeks available for travel. All it needs it approval and it may be taken all around the world. All around the world with its favorite toys.

A loyal dog won't eat its owner when he collapses and nobody comes for him. He will starve. He will look at his visible ribs and feel proud for its restraint. What a shame that he still isn't moving to pat him on the head, to rub it behind the ears.

A good dog also won't abandon the superior. He will shed the blood and puss he produces from his pores. He will be proud when he spends years at the same job, bringing his own bones to the superiors every day— he has a lot to spare. He gets pats on his head.

Dazai never liked dogs. How unusual. We all like dogs, right? Their intelligence is almost human like.