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What I Love
It’s hard to determine one object that I “love.” Since I am being forced to choose just one, I will choose my dog. Why did I choose my dog over the meals I have the privilege to eat, over the education I am also privileged to have, over the long life I am allowed to live? The reason is because I am a middle-class, white, male teen; I have nothing else to worry about. In choosing my dog, I must show support. My dog is named Reeses. She is a wiener dog that is incredibly loyal and loving. She teaches me lessons I would have not have learned without her. She always runs up to whomever and rolls over asking for a belly rub. She trusts these people not to hurt her in any way. She jumps on my leg excited to see me. My dog is a bucket full of kisses. Though sometimes obnoxious, they’re a good pick-me-up. I have learned about life through a dog’s eyes. She will not turn against you, love someone more/less than you, nor will she ignore you. It’s fun to see her face when she sees your face. On the outside, she is always happy; I can relate. She eats when she is ready to eat and plays outside and indoors the rest of the time. Not everyday is there a good reason to go outside. We are all cooped up inside; she’s an inspiration to leave our isolation. If I feed her, she feeds me. Although that sounds weird, it is very true. She feeds me the attention my anxious, middle-class, bratty teen self needs. She doesn’t discriminate her affection to any color; they’re all grey. My dog is just dog-gone amazing (pun intended). I love her for the happiness she brings to everyone. I love her for the care she shows to me. She loves whom she wants to love. I feel like all of us can learn from that.
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