If dogs could talk

They stare at us
Eyes unwavering looking for an answer
All they see is glass and plastic and cotton
Eager minds lost in a sea they could never cross
Do they wonder of how plastic is made
Molded in to complex shapes
How light does not cast a shadow on that which we can hold
Do they wonder of the blood history behind our clothing
What if we were to show them how we unearth the earth
steel it
And use its hard to make blood things
Would they cast a war on us for taming the Gods for taking its children
And removing them from existence
Or would they feel sorrow pity for us
Would they no longer sniff
No longer lick our skin
No longer think us gods