neighbor dog

 

It was a quiet evening… Grandmother took up her favorite weaving again. The kid played nearby and peered as she tamed the thread, and the naughty ball, like a merry ball, jumped on the floor. And then she suddenly asked:

-Why does he love?

-Who? Grandmother asked in surprise.

– Well, who? Neighborhood dog. This grandfather can barely walk, and the dog loves him… the old man and the sick, rejoices and caresses when he comes, we can hear here.

-Listen, dear baby, we people are used to seeing only what is outside and often divert our gaze and attention from what we don’t like, sometimes we hide what we really feel … And animals … they don’t care how someone looks, they see people in a special way … looking with their hearts … Yes, who is kind and sympathetic to them, they respond with love, and if they love, then with all their souls, otherwise beware …

– Isn’t it a shame to show sincere feelings for those who are not like this lame grandfather, even though he is different? The baby whispered in confusion…

– To love is very good, my dear. And the kid sat down happily to draw a neighbor’s puppy, who was playing merrily in the girl’s drawing with a ball of beads.

Author Victoria Nazarevich 2018 ©