/lit/ - Literature

>>13330138
combo breaker

It seems /lit/ doesn't have much affection for dogs.

Lay me down, my day has run
Tell my mother her work is done
Tell my father not to grieve
It is my life his soul did weave
Tell my dog never to roam
By the door for me to come home

Lay me down, my day has run.
Tell my mother her work is done,
cause birds sing and boxers fight
as the dog steals bread in the night.

Tell my father not to grieve;
It is my life his soul did weave.
Tell my dog never to roam
By the door for me to come home.

>>6390782

Dogs have been domesticated for close to 19,000 years. And just as we chose to breed the most loyal, loving, intelligent and useful dogs for future generations, those among our primitive tribes who were capable of loving and utilizing the advantages of our canine companions were the ones to survive the long European winters.

Canine and men are genetically intertwined. It is in our genes to love and treasure them, and it is in their genes to love and serve us. Even today, dogs continue to help mankind in our asymptotic pursuit of social perfection. They are truly Man's First and Greatest Friend.

Cats, on the other hand, have only been domesticated for less than 9,000 years, and were never anything more than the fickle playthings of bored, decadent Egyptian nobility. At their most useful, they were used to kill mice and other nuisances. But now most household felines fail to do even that, and instead live in a relationship of questionable reciprocity to their doting, spinster masters.

Pic related, it is the most patrician writer with the most patrician Friend-species.