A shepherd’s dog manages his entire business for him. As dawn, it pushes the sheep out of their cozy pen and takes them for grazing. It ensures that none of them go astray during the long march, even tracks down ones who get lost and ensures that every sheep is accounted for by dusk. You get midnight oil to burn, but it will stand guard all night without asking for any warmth or illumination. If a wolf attacks the herd, it will even fight it till death so that you could eat, drink & merry without interruption. As per Jack Welch, its difficult for a supervisor to manage 5 reportees, but this creature manages a herd of 100+ without any tools or help… and never complains. Toss him an extra bone (that is anyways of no use to you), label it as a hike and it will bow down and wag its tail in eternal gratitude.
Shepherds get all the glory (some of them even get the credit of leading refugees across the desert & storms and have paintings all over the world)… Yet this perfect employee receives scrapes in return, no credit no acknowledgement no laurels for the hard work. If it gets burned-out/old or even perceived as a threat, it is replaced without any compassion… this is the truth of a dog’s life
Every dog has his day, but this perfect employee is still waiting for his.
Did he choose this?
The poor thing had no choice when it was chosen for the job as a puppy & groomed for the role & knows no better than to do its job loyally expecting nothing but scraps of food in return.
“But you see Mr.Anderson, as Morpheus believes you are the chosen one. You are the one to deliver them unto freedom from this world & hence me .“
So what is it going to be Neo? The red pill or the blue pill?