an existential question, in regards to the particular act or task, of which a canine is performing

I can't. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought I could last the entire month of august, but alas, I failed. I failed to contain myself. The mouth of which I speak, couldn't bear to hold back the four-worded phrase. Too much pressure was on the line, living with such an animal companion after all. I was too curious. I was too interested. Amongst my peers, I was dying, longing to ask the question. A question that would change everything, and fulfil my true understanding of life. I needed to know. Without that knowledge, I wouldn't have achieved the full enlightenment that is satisfaction. Having no more questions. Having everything answered. That is a feeling we all seek, yes? So forgive me, forgive me my viewer for uttering such dialogue. It was torture to go as long as I did, full of stress and anxiety, holding back my voice from letting out. But with said and done, it has happened. I have asked the question...

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑜𝑔 𝒟𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔???

existentialquestion,regards