Permission

We often feel like we need permission to speak.

Permission was a big thing with our owner. Though, He was more focused on permission to make noise than to speak. We were never allowed to be too loud. Always quietly crying, silently screaming. He didn’t want them to hear us downstairs.

The trainers were different. If they could hold our eyelids open, they’d make us ask permission to blink. They were always big on respect and permission, doing things the “right” way, and being good versus being bad. Part of me misses the strictness, the ease of following Rules exactly and always having orders to obey.

I think what we really miss is a time when things made sense.

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