Wofford College
January 2013
I am America’s dog. Well at least that’s my dream. In America dogs get treated better than humans. They get fed, loved and bathed. People don’t discriminate against them because of their fur color. But instead see them as one group. Though I must admit some dogs don’t have it so easy. Some roam the streets looking for the smallest scraps. The only bath they get is when it rains and the love they get is smaller than a gnat. But it’s not due to their fur but due to an event that they could not control their birth. I believe every dog should have a home. So how do we fix this? Well to be put simply you can’t. Because your just one person with a mouth and 2 hands. But that mouth lead’s to talking, talking leads to friends and friends lead to movements. So formulate your plan. Never work alone on a big task because you will never find your way home. Your friends will be your light so use their shine to find that life. Follow it and don’t worry you will be just fine. This dog will get his bone and he will make sure you all have a home.
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