Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

<" You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me
So I don't feel alone
Of the weight of the stone
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing.">
-----------------Pink Floyd, Sheep.

(And, no, I'm not a religious bible-verse fanatic. It's just a part of lyrics with wider contemporary application. Find your own meaning. Don't analyze mine.)

Interesting. I hope Pink Floyd were vegetarians.