Farm Dogs

Date: 7/29/2016

It was a normal day and I was piling up on how much vegan food I could find. I didn't find if my cinnamon rolls' icing was vegan, so I just went upstairs to go outside where my cousins were because I was getting full. There were so many dogs in my yard, most of them having ear tags with numbers on them. I cut off the ear tags with a pair of tiger safety scissors I remember having in elementary school outside my dreams, crying that animals deserved better. They are someone, not something to just put a number on. For some reason one of my family members killed a male and female dog, then buried them in a plastic container called a breeding box. It was supposed to make puppies. I guess that's how puppies work in this dream: bury the parents and the baby'll crawl from the ground. I woke up asking how the puppies would get through the hard plastic.