Dogs have their day

I just sold my last cigarette, a cigarette, I sas hoping to smoke, but I guess the universe decided that I needed the extra 50 cents for something. Who am I to complain? Should stop smoking anyway, it's a bad habit.
I'm reading Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis. I'm only on the 4th page, so I won't tell you what I think of it...yet. I'm sitting across from the dog run @ Union Square. Got me thinking. This dog, just about to enter, decides to squat and pee. Just like that, not a care in the world that a bunch of people are watching him/her. Dogs have the freedom to do whatever they want to do. All they have is the fur on their back to worry about. They know themselves, what they want, who they are, why they're here. Meanwhile, we humans pretend to be their masters, putting them on leashes and yet, when they need to be fed or have to go to the vet for an emergency, we drop everything in our electronic filled, ego obsessed world for them. It's as if dogs have an invisible leash tied to us, an emotional one that we can't detect, but we should.
Dogs have freedom, whereas we have "freedom". I put this in quotation marks because it implies falseness, as with everything in our mundane lives. Dogs don't have any possessions, and if they do, they bury them, forgotten or found, it doesn't matter. They keep moving forward, eternally happy. I think that we humans subconsciously try to be more like dogs in their simplicity, honesty, pure lovingness and devotion. But we don't really try to talk to them. Instead, we lord over them rather than see them as equals, or at least talking buddies. They're trying to tell us something, we just need to listen, go beyond Cesar and speak, not just whisper to them.

Side note: If I do find another pack of cigarettes on the ground, I will pick it up and smoke them. I bum cigarettes, I don't buy them.