Let me tell you a little short story about the boy who wanted to be a dog Carver:
The little boy ran around his house everyday barking and everyday his mother would say
"No no no Gary Nine, for you are a boy, and not a dog."
One day the boy had ripped up the garbage his mother had left on the ground.
His mother came in when he was in the center of some rotten porkchops and said
"No no no Gary Nine, for you are a boy, and not a dog."
When the boy got older, he still thought he was a canine (dog). He used to dig up his mothers roses and eat squirrels. And everytime his mother would say
"No no no Gary Nine, for you are a boy, and not a dog."
Eventually about a decade later the boy was cleared to go to school with boys his same age and even higher. At this special school they were allowed to be whatever they wanted
One day when his mother came to pick him up one boy was behind the boy while he was on all fours with his bottom up and they both had their pants down. The mother, shocked, dropped her copy of 'My Dog Skip' and she said
"Oh Gary Nine, I guess you were a dog afterall"
The moral of the story here is Carver, you be whatever you want. If someone tells you you can't be a dog, you get on your hands and knees in your leather chaps and prove to do them you can the best dang dog in the world. If your mom kicks you down the stairs because you ate an expensive bag of catfood, you go into her room with another animal of a boy and you say with drool coming out of your mouth
"See... momm... ugh... momma, I... ahhh... I-I... am a d... dog... after... all...."