look at Sparky. He doesn’t worry about the future. He doesn’t need to iron a shirt, or makes his bed. He doesn’t have strings attached. He normally doesn’t wear clothes. He has one collar, one bed, one room. When it is hot he sleeps under the stars. Just in being, he provides a service of comfort and companionship which, in turn, earns him his tucker. He earns his keep, but he doesn’t really work for it, he does what he wants and receives what ever he can get. He was attacked the other day by a much larger dog, and he currently sports a few scabs but it doesn’t worry him, he just goes on, barking at the birds, eating a bit of grass, chasing moths and sleeping on the lounge.