I know I’m a lucky dog. My mother says she spoils me for all the dogs who aren’t lucky. I believe her.
We live in a big house with a fenced yard. I can go in and out the dog door whenever I feel like it. My mother takes me on long walks almost every day. And I get fed at the same time in the morning and night. I also sleep on my mother’s bed. I know I’m a lucky dog. And a spoiled dog.
It doesn’t get much better than this.
I’ve heard plenty of horror stories from dogs who aren’t so lucky. They don’t live in a nice home like me.
If I could, I’d share my house and my toys with them. Maybe I could be like the Pied Piper and lead them away to a better life. Maybe they could all be spoiled like me.