Do dogs want to be human?

Aug 01, 2026

“Would you like to be human?”
I asked Lela, my pup.
She didn’t seem to ponder.
She simply looked up.

She stared right at me,
with those eyes like a doe.
Then spoke just two words.
She said sweetly,

Fuck no.

I’d stop being present,
and stare all day at a screen,
angry and racing,
chasing paper that’s green.

I’d eat and drink it all,
but never enjoy it.
I’d have a marvelous brain,
but rarely employ it.

I’d lose touch with nature.
I’d scheme, plot, and ploy.
Trying to beat others,
I’d lose wonder and joy.

I’d run here and there,
and scurry about,
I’d argue, defend,
complain, blame, and shout.

Nah, no thanks.
I’m good being me.
You think you’re liberated,
but that’s the problem—can’t you see?

And while you worry and hurry,
day after day,
I’ll relax, enjoy life,
I’ll nap, and I’ll play.

You may seem smarter, Dad,
but there’s no question what I’d be.
I’m a dog, baby.
I’m at peace—and I’m free.

The Circle Of Freethinkers