I used to feed him and pet him many months ago, but then just stopped because another guy feeds him, but the dog still gets just as excited to see me as ever even though I don't bring him any food. He just wants to be petted and have his belly rubbed. And he's not the only one. There are several others like him as well, who get very excited to see me.
No one will love me so wholesomely, unconditionally, and deeply as much as these street dogs in my neighborhood.
They love me for me, not because of what I might have to offer to them like food, water, or toys. Even though these homelessness dogs go without being cared for and live a harsh life, they are the most dignified and noble. They are ALWAYS loving and cheerful, and their health, strength, and athleticism are all very good despite receiving minimal to no care. These are the beings that are closest to God, while we humans, despite all of our knowledge, comforts and convenience are at the most spiteful, vacuous, parasitic, and agonized beings on this planet.
No one will love me so wholesomely, unconditionally, and deeply as much as these street dogs in my neighborhood.
They love me for me, not because of what I might have to offer to them like food, water, or toys. Even though these homelessness dogs go without being cared for and live a harsh life, they are the most dignified and noble. They are ALWAYS loving and cheerful, and their health, strength, and athleticism are all very good despite receiving minimal to no care. These are the beings that are closest to God, while we humans, despite all of our knowledge, comforts and convenience are at the most spiteful, vacuous, parasitic, and agonized beings on this planet.
