“You haven’t changed, all these years,” she summarized.
With a whiff, the lad murmured, “Humans change. Dogs don’t.”
I AM A FOREVER DOG, NOT AN ‘UNTIL DOG.‘
I’m not an “until you get bored with me” dog.
I’m not an “until you find a girlfriend” dog.
I’m not an “until you have a baby” dog.
I’m not an “until you have to move” dog.
I’m not an “until you have no time” dog.
I’m not an “until I get old” dog.
I’m a forever dog.
If you can’t give me forever, then I’m not your dog.
It’s really that simple.
Dogs are forever.
“This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog.”
–Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle. Napoleon was haunted by this scene until his own death.
Dogs don’t change. I mean they do if you consider the transition from puppy hood to the grey years, but that what makes a dog remains enshrined all through the year – the loyalty, all that love and wagging tails…
Forget diamonds, Dogs are forever!