11/04/2025
fans I am a 21st century dog…. Read my sad story.
Written by *unknown* and Enriched by RKD Pet Shop
-I'm a Belgian Malinois.
Overskilled among dogs, I excel in all disciplines and I'm always ready to work: I NEED to work.
But nowadays I get asked to chill on the couch all day everyday. I get bored and sick of this idiotic life.
-I am an Akita Inu.
My ancestors were selected for fighting bears.
Today I get asked to be tolerant and I get scolded for my reactivity when another dog approaches me.
-I am a Beagle.
When I chase my prey, I raise my voice so the hunters could follow.
Today they put an electric collar on me to make me shut up, and you make me come back to you with a snap of your fingers. No more running free into the bushes.
-I am a Yorkshire Terrier.
I was a terrifying rat hunter in English mines.
Today they think I can't use my legs and they always hold me in their arms.
-I'm a Labrador Retriever.
My vision of happiness is a dive into a chilled water pond or sea to bring back (Retrieve) the duck shot by my master.
Today you forget I'm a walking, running, swimming dog; as a result I'm fat, made to stay indoors, and to babysit or remain dressed like a clown.
-I am a Jack Russell Terrier.
I can take on a fox, a mean badger, and a rat bigger than me in his den.
Today I get scolded for my character and high energy, and forced to turn into a quiet living room dog.
-I am a Siberian Husky.
My ancestors experienced the great, wide open spaces of Northern Europe, where I could drag sleds for long distances at impressive speeds.
Today I only have the walls of the house or small garden as a horizon, and the holes I dig in the ground just to release energy and howl in frustration, trying to stay sane.
-I am a border collie
I was made to work hours a day in partnershipwith my master, and I am an unmistakable artist of working with the herd.
Today they are mad at me because, for lack of sheep, I try to chase bikes, cars, children in the house and everything in motion.
- I'm a Rottweiler
I was originally developed in Germany, specifically in the town of Rottweil, during the Roman Empire era. My primary purpose was as a drover dog—a working dog used to herd and guard livestock, especially cattle, as the Romans traveled across Europe. Later in the modern age I was trained to kill escaping prisoners. Today I'm treated as a baby and you expect me to wag my tail at every stranger that visits the house. If I'm Aggressive, you keep me chained in one corner.
- I'm a Doberman
I was first developed as Doberman Pinscher by selective breeding in the late 19th century by Karl Friedrich Louis Dobermann, a German tax collector who wanted a protective, loyal, and intelligent dog to accompany him during his rounds—often in dangerous areas. Today I've been turned into a couch potato and made to lick the feet of strangers.
I am ...
I am a 21st century dog.
I'm pretty, I'm alert, I'm obedient, I stay in a bag...but I'm also an individual who, from centuries of training, needs to express my instincts, and I am *not* suited for the sedentary life you'd want me to lead.
Spending eight hours a day alone in the house or in the garden - with no work and no one to play or run with, seeing you for a short time in the evening when you get home, and only getting a small toilet walk will make me deeply unhappy.
I'll express it by barking all day, turning your yard into a minefield, doing my needs indoors, being unmanageable at the rare times I'll find myself outside, and sometimes spending my days sunk, sad, lonely, and depressed, on my pillow.
You may think that I should be happy to be able to enjoy all this comfort while you go to work, but actually I’ll be exhausted and frustrated, because this is absolutely NOT what I'm meant to do, or what I need to be doing.
If you love me, if you've always dreamed of me, if my beautiful blue eyes or my athletic look make you want me, but you can't give me a real dog's life, a life that's really worth living according to my breed, and if you can't offer me the job that my genes are asking, DO NOT buy or adopt me! Just see the movie "A dog's Purpose" and try to realize what I really want in life.
If you like the way I look but aren't willing to accept my temperament, gifts, and traits derived from long genetic selection, and you think you can change them with only your good will, then DO NOT BUY OR ADOPT ME.
I’m a dog from the 21st century, yes, but deep inside me, the one who fought, the one who hunted, the one who pulled sleds, the one who guided and protected a herd still lives within.
So think **very** carefully before you choose your dog. And think about getting two instead of one, so I won't be so very lonely waiting for you all day. You should know that dogs love to be with dogs. Eight or ten hours is just a workday to you, but it's an eternity for me to be alone.
Lastly, I'm an Indian dog.
For centuries, I've been free roaming companions to people in villages and towns, being loyal and alert watchdogs for farmers, hunters, marching soldiers to fight off wolves and also trained by some kings to attack enemy soldiers, selectively bred by kings to become known as Mudhol, Rajapalayam, Kanni, Kombai, Chippiparai, Maratha Hound, Sarail and Dalkutta Hounds of Bengal. The Greek Traveller Megasthenes mentioned us in his book named Indica and said that India was a land of huge dogs.
Then came the British and made slaves out of our masters, turned us into Pariah (Meaning Low Caste). The rajahs stopped our breeding and our genes got mixed up with other landrace dogs running free and wild. And we became PARIAH or low caste. Our humans are not low caste any more, but we are still the same, tortured and kicked around on the streets, getting run over by vehicles. We're still waiting for the country to become free and proud.
We are also 21st century dogs!
