Okay, so here’s the deal. I’m sitting on the couch with my dog Lucky right now. He’s got his head on my lap, and he just let out this huge snore. I guess he’s tired after all that barking at squirrels earlier. But whatever, it’s not like I have anything better to do. Anyway, I wanted to talk about something that’s been on my mind lately: bullying.
Lucky perks up his ears and lets out a little woof when I mention bullying. He knows what that word means, right? Or maybe he just knows the tone of my voice when I say it. Either way, he tilts his head and looks at me with those big brown eyes. It’s almost like he’s asking me, “Hey, what’s up with that?” So I scratch behind his ears and tell him, “It’s complicated, buddy.” And then I start thinking about all the times I’ve bullied people with my posse. We’re not exactly angels, but we have our reasons.
But then Lucky starts licking my hand, and for a second, I forget about all the mean stuff we’ve done. He’s always there for me, even when no one else is. Even when my parents are off doing whatever it is they do to make all that money. And even when that private tutor they hired used to hit me because he thought I wasn’t smart enough. Lucky doesn’t care about any of that. He just cares about being by my side.
>Soulkyn