THEY USED TO GUARD THE HOUSE. NOW THEY JUST WATCH IT FROM THE COUCH
There was a time when having a dog was like having a personal bodyguard. They'd warn you, protect you, and if needed, tear someone’s arm off for getting too close. They were guardians, herders, hunters. They had a purpose. They earned their food.
But now? Two guys break in through the living room, smash the glass, ransack the place… and your pair of Frenchies just sit there on the couch, watching the whole thing like it's a new Netflix series. They bark, sure. But only a little. Wouldn’t want to get anxious or anything.
And the worst part? You don’t even blame them. Deep down, you didn’t expect anything else. Because they’re not dogs anymore — they’re children. And you don’t expect your kid to bite a burglar. You just make sure they’re wearing a jacket when it’s chilly and give them some ham when they’re sad.
We’ve changed so much that even they don’t know what they’re supposed to do anymore. If someone breaks in, they hesitate: do I bark? Call the cops? Post a story?
In the end, we’re the ones doing the watching. We check the living room cam, the webcam, to see if they’ve chewed the cushion, if they’re okay, if they’re crying because we’re not home.
You don’t need them to save your life anymore (homicide rates in the West are at an all-time low). What you really need is for them to save your heart — because with every passing day, like it or not, we’re just a little more alone.
Coffee?