• I wagged my tail when Germany asked me to fight in the great war, but when we lost i starved.
    My howls became sad cries; my tail stayed between my legs, and my fur became cold.
    Then he came, he took me in from the streets, fed me, and in return only asked for my support and so I suported him.
    Then...
    Hilter asked me to sit, I sat.
    Hitler asked me to roll over, I rolled over.
    Hitler asked me to kill. I killed.
    My collar was too tight to let me think and breath soundly so i kept on going.
    I followed my master until he fell into the pits of hell while i moped around searching for his presence.
    Everyone else felt his presence but he was no longer tugging at my leash,
    I was free from his grip but i was trapped in my cage of guilt.
    I died some time after,
    Can you guess where i was sent?
    "...And so the dog comes back to its master."