My name is Buster. I am a condemned prisoner, chained and left in solitary confinement. Somebody brings mush and water once a day. I get no exercise or socializing and it’s so boring that I am jumpy and anxious and lonely and terribly unhappy. Thing is, I’m innocent! So I send out SOS calls the only way I know: I bark. Yes, I am a dog. We are sentient beings just like you humans, but treated like we are mere possessions, “underdogs” if you know what I mean.
Why do some humans neglect and abuse us when we need to be useful pals? We can’t protect our owners while on chains. We don’t bark selectively at someone prowling around because we yelp at everything, often bothering neighboring households. We want to play and run and maybe go for walks with our human friends but instead are shackeled by collars often too heavy and tight. We are innocent, but no one is representing us.