Why can’t people be more like dogs or cats? Why do people hold grudges, harbor ill will, do nasty things to each other?
I’m a fine one to be asking these questions. I’m a perfect example of everything that’s wrong with the human race. I have more grudges than a stack of phone books. I’m filled up to my neck with ill will. And although I’ve never meant to be nasty, I’m pretty sure I’ve managed to hurt everyone who has ever gotten to know me.
But despite me being the monster that I am, my dog doesn’t care.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven,
then when […]