I
once knew an old dog who was both brave and benevolent. He could be bold, but
when someone needed a little canine comfort, he was as soft as April days. This
feisty but affectionate mutt threw himself at all threats, but sat down in
silence beside lonesome folks. I was thinking of him recently when I needed
both the nerve to stand up to negativity and the kindliness to console someone.
It’s not easy to be a fighter against cynicism and also a comforting friend,
but if that old dog could do it, so, perhaps, can this one.
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