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I hate dogs

I hate dogs.I know that’s a statement likely to provoke outrage from dog lovers, but it’s the truth. My dislike didn’t arise from some trivial annoyance or bad experience with a neighbor’s pet. It’s something deeper, something born from loss. This thought was fresh in my mind when my wife made her latest suggestion. We were watching a movie, a modern retelling of the true story from Japan about a dog named Hachiko. I was only half-watching; I hate dogs, after all. But the story was hard to ignore. Every morning, Hachiko followed his master to the railway station, and every evening, he waited there for his return. One day, the master didn’t come back, but Hachiko kept waitingfor nine long years. The townsfolk were so moved by his loyalty that they erected a statue in his honor. The tale tugged at my wife’s heartstrings. “Let’s get a dog,” she… I hate dogs

Survival

Survival was brutal, and living on scraps was worse. A slice of stale bread landed near him, tossed carelessly by a passing stranger. Humans were strange like thatwhat was trash to one was a lifeline to another. He sniffed it, cautious but grateful, before taking a tentative bite. Slowly, he crept toward the edge of the road. The midday traffic was a frenzied blur of cars, bikes, and honking horns, each vehicle a potential threat. One wrong move, and he’d be another forgotten smear on the asphalt. He spotted a brief lull in the chaos and bolted across the street, his paws pounding the pavement. But just as he reached the other side, he frozechildren were heading his way. He knew their type. Some were kind, but others found cruel games in chasing or kicking strays like him. His heart pounded as he darted behind a rusted dumpster, pressing himself… Survival