It's Never Too Far Away

I love to hear stories about people rescuing stray dogs and it seems the worse off the creature and the more difficult it is to catch and tame him, the more interested I am.

Of course it speaks to man’s higher nature when he cares for a less fortunate creature so it is an uplifting tale, but I think there is a lot more to it.

I think these stories fascinate me not so much because of the human who is saving the dog, but because of the dog himself.

How many times have I felt lost myself? 

How often have I felt mistreated, or misunderstood?

How many times have I growled or snapped at someone when they weren't the problem at all?

If someone took the time to figure out what that dog needed, surely that means there is hope for me too.