There are days when I wish for an easy life; I want to lie
around and fall asleep at any time in any situation, just as my dogs do. They
aren’t bothered by the worries and trials of life. Although they enjoy chasing
various critters in the yard and alerting me to the dangers of anyone who walks
down the front sidewalk, they immediately forget it and focus on the nap or
food before them. They have servants (primarily me) to cater to their every
wish for food, water, playmates, walks, and comfy places to sleep.
Why is life so hard for us? Why can’t we live like dogs? Three thoughts come quickly to mind.
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