He wouldn't stop crying, so I hit him again. "Be a man!" I
screamed, mentally. I knew it was pointless to say it out
loud. He looked so pathetic, with tears streaming down his
puppy-dog eyes. I hated him, so I hit him again, and again.
I knew it wasn't his fault. He's just too stupid to
understand. Just a stomach with a mouth and a dick. It's
because I love him that I want him to be better. I want him
to have dreams, like real people. I hit him again.

Those soft brown eyes, the soft brown fur. He wagged his
tail, still too stupid to understand, gnawed again at his
leash. "Be a man!" I shouted, this time out loud. He barked,
then whimpered. I hate him.