The GM is Always Right
Let's put this in perspective. You're a dog. You love your master, a local farmer, and he is the king of your world. He pays his taxes to the actual King of his Kingdom, and pledges his allegiance to the crown. The King owes his life and Kingdom to a group of heroes who saved the world from an evil Demon Prince. Those Heroes give their praise and devotion to a powerful Deity who forged the heavens and the earth, knows what will happen before it happens, and lets us breathe our every breath with his will. That Deity is nothing more than a few scribbles in the drink stained notebook of the all powerful Game Master. If I were you, I'd bring him some extra snacks.