Recently, in a conversation with a friend, the phrase sounded: "No, well, it's different things,

Recently, in a conversation with a friend, the phrase sounded: "No, well, it's different things, go from the Husky on the street and go with the mongrel ..." It's good that we are not dogs, right? We hope that someone will love us for the soul, although not ... We do not hope, we demand that we are loved for the soul. After all, the exterior is superficial and often false. Would it be nice if we bought friends at exhibitions? They watched what their length of legs and eye color ... You, a man, too, would stand in the window as a commodity. And you would be perplexed ... "Why do not they make me friends? I'm good!". And you would be answered: "Forgive me, your hair color is trite, your eyes are gray, and your legs are crooked ..." You are not good for friends ... Appearance is catching and such a dog is not the brightest representative of the four-armed. He has a coarse wool, a brown suit ... but you will not find such a man-loving animal in the daytime with fire. He does not know that there are some "beautiful" husky ... He loves you, man ... But it's not a pity to euthanize or poison him, he's cheap. He is generally a free gray dog. And now look in the mirror, a cheap person, and concluding that the contests of beauty and talent are also clearly not yours, say thanks for the fact that there are people who love you. For the soul, as you want.