The Attack Dog

There is an attack dog in the world.

The attack dog fools, thinking others won’t recognise it.

The attack dog clings on to humanity like unwanted Velcro on a jumper.

The attack dog watches for an opportunity, watching and waiting.

When it sees an opportunity, it strikes, teeth bared.

It scratches and claws until humanity gives in.

Then the attack dog hides, stealthily blending in with humanity’s conscience.

The attack dog sees.

The attack dog plays dead, but never stays that way.

The attack dog plays tricks.

The attack dog fetches ideas and greed.

And when the work is done, the attack dog has a choice.

Does it continue to attack?

Or does it stop the corruption it caused?

I thought “Oh hey, this is ironic.” given that this site is about a dog (kind of).