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One thing that is quietly obvious to observe is that dogs are everywhere, in different breeds and sizes. There whole populations where we enjoyed looking at them at the same time we were disgusted in how they look, this is the main story where we loved dogs and sometimes now we hate them back. We called ourselves dog lover, yet there were certain breeds that we loved the most, and there will always be another that we hated, the tamed and cute and other that was nothing but beggars in the streets who received nothing but humiliation. At this point, dogs will never be the same, just like humans.

I am the type of person where you could joke with me about anything but never be my dog. I would hate people who talk about something for my dogs, even if it were a kidding style where they will plan something wrong and absurd. I am also the kind of guy where I picture myself as I see dogs that strive in the streets and have no choice but to battle life, for they were abandoned or born as strays.

I met this one dog while I had to take a look in the gasoline station. He looked so much that his skin was full of parasites. I understand that some people felt disgusted when they saw this dog comes near them, for the parasites and lies were too much as it obvious, gladly people don't have to hurt him, just that people wanted this dog to be gone from their sight.

Quotes are heartbreaking for every time I have seen him, and it feels like I could see my dogs staying in our home. What if they are the ones in that position, it's heartbreaking to think about that, but that could be possible when I look up to them. I remember how I battled my father to have my first dog, a stray dog that came into our house. I fed and never wanted to go home where and where it first belonged.

Until they multiplied, another challenge for my fathers was hating dogs in the first place.

But now, after years of having it in my care, they have been immune, and I never think of hurting or even scolding them, which was quite a good thing.

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Now I owned four, a mother and her three puppies that also matured. They have these unique behaviors, and like humans hates and love, they have spots where they won't care about things, other times they love that thing. It's pretty standard, and people in our place found them on the excellent moon, for they knew they were my dogs, but it happened when they didn't know where the dogs come from. They wanted nothing but to get away from that dog.

How could they say dog lovers were when they choose what dog they had to take care of? How could they be lovers when they could disgrace others for their appearance or because they don't want the breed?

That's happened in humans, too. There will always be someone they don't want to touch, for they have this skin we don't want. Or the looking or the personality. We choose a person to whom we think we could be beneficial, and the sad thing is that we disregard those we feel could not.

I could feel that this dog had not so a good past. For the moment I gave him food, he was so scared. He is just looking at me, and I get his point. I left the food for him to take care of himself. He waited until he felt like I was gone before having his food.

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I could feel that there was some trauma with this dog. In the past, he might have been hit or punished for food. The first day I tried to feed him, kind of away from me, until now the third day, he was now wiggling his tail when I called him for the food, one at a time, he could forget the trauma of whatever happened to him about foods, surely it will.

Real dog lovers have a pure heart; whatever the breed and look of a dog, I wouldn't say I am a perfect fur father but taking care of my dog is somehow a challenge. But thinking they are the ones I saw in the street dwelling on their foods and not sure if there will be excess junk to eat somehow kills me inside.

Others abandoned their dogs, trashed, and even killed.

Dogs have the same emotions as humans. They could be hungry too, just like us. Some are lonely, longing for their missing partners and children, and some are affected by everything. But still, they fight and run; why? They wanted to survive.

I could feed him during my entire stay here, but I won't stay here forever. Again thinking about the following days, I won't attend anymore gives me another sadness. It's not easy to adopt a dog, for I have four, and my father will indeed have something to say. I wished that somehow this dog could have shelter and food every day, just the same I wanted for my dogs, to live happily and be there as loyal as they were to be.

If you cannot love or feed them, what are the practical things we could do? It is just to let them be in what they are doing, don't hurt or punish them for such simple things, somehow humans are more critical thinkers than them, so we shall understand their nature and behaviors are always different from us.

Sometimes they are just dogs that are more loyal than humans.

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