I sat on a bench, enjoying the day, when my dog climbed on
my lap. He looked at me, tongue hanging out, with those eyes that
say, “I love you, Master,” and I wondered. What did I do to deserve his
unconditional love?
Can people love each other like that? Like dogs?
We have a strange relationship with our pets. We jailed
them, give them the same bland, boring food every day, and in exchange they
give us their love. Why?
Imagine that an ugly giant caged you inside a gigantic house,
where the steps stood four feet high, and the furniture seemed unreachable.
Would you roam inside this place? Would it get old? This monster would feed you,
let’s say, boiled chicken and water every single day. Would you love him?
Would you care for him?
I never understood dogs.
Now, cats are a different story.
