Our best friend pretend,
Drones for our masters,
Distance defends,
Shepherds our pastures.
With roles reversed,
Leashed now we roam.
Coerced and dispersed
To now graze alone.
unleashed
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Cucumber Lodge 
I hope it doesn’t bite 🐶
It appears to have eyes without a head. That’s rather telling. I believe it’s name is Spot. You can’t say they don’t have a sense of humor.
Ahh, I would need to have a closer look. Oh, Spot… that is funny, lol. And I thought it was funny scaring people away, lol. Cheers.
Don’t worry. He’s had his shots. You gotta love his name though. It’s Spot.
His bark maybe worse that his bite!