Please Read This Before You Get a Dog!
The Dog
When I'm a puppy, I'll cry at night, and you'll have to get up every
couple of hours during the night. When I'm sick, I sneeze, get runny
noses, run a fever, cough, and sometimes throwup. When I'm hungry my
stomach makes noises. When I'm tired I take a nap. When I'm thirsty
I look for something to drink. When I'm happy, I smile and when I'm
sad, you can see it in my eyes. When I don't get my way, I throw a
tantrum. When I get hurt, I cry. When I get hit, I cower. When I
get scared, I hide behind your leg and look to you for assurance.
When you leave me, I miss you. When you come home from work, I get
excited. When you ask me about my day, I get silly. When you play
catch with me, take me fishing, take me for a walk and teach me stuff
about the world, I look to you with admiration. When you're mad at me, I feel sorrow. When you're proud of me, I feel accomplishment.
The Child
When I'm a baby, I'll cry at night, and you'll have to get up every
couple of hours during the night. When I'm sick, I sneeze, get runny
noses, run a fever, cough, and sometimes throwup. When I'm hungry,
my stomach makes noises. When I'm tired, I take a nap. When I'm
thirsty, I look for something to drink. When I'm happy, I smile and
when I'm sad, you can see it in my eyes. When I don't get my way, I
throw a tantrum. When I get hurt, I cry. When I get hit, I cower.
When I get scared, I hide behind your leg and look to you for
assurance. When you leave me, I miss you. When you come home from
work, I get excited. When you ask me about my day, I get silly.
When you play catch with me, take me fishing, take me for a walk and
teach me stuff about the world, I look to you with admiration. When
you're mad at me, I feel sorrow. When you're proud of me, I feel
accomplishment.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child. We will spark in
you emotions, of Joy and of Pride.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child. We both feel
pain, we both bleed and we both cry.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child. We both feel the fear, of you not loving us and of dying.
We ask you to consider, why is one of us more disposable than the
other.
Sincerely,
This Dog and This Child
