I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be domesticated. I want to be inside. I want to be a small dog. A small dog laying in the lap of luxury, laying in the lap of my beautiful mysterious masterlover, sweater on my back, meat in my bowl, my dog bowl of love 'Harvey' emblazoned on the front in beautiful bold lettering. A big red plastic bowl. Ah, the easy life. Richie Rich diamond TV collar and the estate in the country fenced in, but huge enough for it not to matter. Just grounds grounds grounds for me to mark. Which is my only task, a lifetime traveling to new parts of the estate to make my marks, to make it mine, to make it good. At night I come back to my lover lover sitting on her lap while she does what she does, feeding me donuts till the glorious night and the beautiful twin bed, snug, warm and cozy with the two of us. A twin, for there will never be any other than her beautiful mandog Harvey.