Günthers Game
Our only purpose is to serve the superior
I rest my drowsy head against the cold and damp concrete of my cage, they dont even bother to have some kind of roof over my head or anything- just a small cage with bars and a shitty concrete floor with algae and other gunk on it. The collar around my neck is metal and it almost hurts to even turn my head around, its not like the nice fancy fabric collars that any of the posh prancy doggies get. It takes real strength to even lift my head because of the massive metal chain attached to the collar and connected to the brick wall behind my cage... and the other cages. Life has been like this ever since i was a puppy, I barely remember my parents anymore. All i know is that their humans clearly couldn’t care less if the puppies were going to a good home since the group of humans and their boss that own us are clearly rich cunts who bought a farm to host their sick dog fights in. And the first thing they did before even bringing me home was cropping my ears. (Which i don’t mind in the grand scheme of things, it probably makes me look more sexy but aside from my mother and sisters all those years ago, ive never even seen a female dog.) The only time we are let out of this filthy cage is when we fight or train to fight, the boss has some weird underground group of people who enjoy seeing us almost kill each other for fun. We are in the middle of nowhere in the Cornish country-side so there’s no point in trying to escape; last year a buddy of mine- this pitbull esquire dog called Buster was shot dead. Its a shame because he was one of the only dogs who were actually somewhat friendly to me Apart from Rex. Maybe its because I’m a boxer and we are both brachycephalic breeds, who knows? For the sake of fights we are all taught to hate each other and the humans purposely do things to make us think that way, like stealing my food and giving it to the fattest dog in the ring. Sometimes they only feed us if we fight over the food. I cant even enjoy a peaceful night being locked in a cage outside of a giant shed about mansion sized but in bad hands in the middle of nowhere because as soon as i close my eyes the smell of shit hits me. Our cages are never cleaned and i mean NEVER... luckily i only need to go in the morning and before bed but some of us aren’t so lucky. I try to ignore the wretched stench and look at the valleys and hills in the distance, no life other than some sheep who’s shepherds come hear to see the fights and give the boss some monthly lamb meat in exchange for a free pass to see the fights. We obviously dont get any of HIS lamb and just get fed the same fatty wet dog slop every day (probably made of bats and chihuahua shit, which i only know about because im educated about the outside world by my buddy Rex) I hear some of the humans laughing and drinking. I cant help but feel random sparks of rage whenever i see the humans or they do something. I know this is our purpose and they made us but why... why are they the top species, why do they have everything, why am i not one of them and why did they create us just for us to suffer whilst they get a kick out of it. Too much thoughts cross my brain and i let my mind wonder too much. I can feel my eyelids get heavier and heavier and eventually i dont end up reaching my train of thought and i fall asleep.
