The Dog & The Child
Author Unknown


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 throw up. 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 to the park, 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 to the park, 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