The Strange World Of Freedom, By Mr. Macomber

Still, Mr. Macomber could not understand how those humans born in that strange world of freedom would be happy if they did not have anybody to provide food for them, to take them to poo and pee, and to take a whole care of them. However, they were not unwillingly and painfully neutered like me and they could kiss another person if they like, they can talk with the other people as much as they want and they could play with their siblings freely, he was thinking…
Then he felt that he even understood something about that word of freedom… It must be something when you are allowed to do whatever you want and nobody would punish you for that, nobody would make you painfully cough, nobody would call you with that terribly pitched barking which makes him so afraid sometimes…
Is it freedom when they leave him alone for hours at their strange household to which he was by now accustomed? No, that couldn’t be a freedom, because when left alone, he usually gets that deep anxiety that they would never come back and he would not have anybody to give him food or to take him to pee and poo… That would be more like solitude and dependence than freedom…
He never liked that big dog that would sometimes take care of him, but he loved when there were a few other people so they could talk and socialize together. A few times, there were some beautiful
Then, why was he still thinking about that strange word – freedom? He was asking himself if he would like to live a life in the uncertainty of tomorrow or to be secure in his little place… But, what if that beautiful woman appears again and he would not be able again to kiss her or just to talk with her because his dogs don’t want him to do that? And they don’t want him to do that just because, which was always their prevailing motive for everything, he was able to recall… So, for the whole his life he would depend on their just because