Saint Dirty Face

Some people think being called a dog is an insult.

I used to think that too.

But the older I get, the more I realize dogs have a few qualities most humans lost somewhere between ambition and ego.

Dogs survive.

Dogs take the cold nights.

The closed doors.

The long roads with no map and no promise of tomorrow.

And when they get kicked out… they don’t write manifestos about injustice.

They keep walking.

I’ve slept on floors before.

I’ve run with wolves in places where the polite world doesn’t like to look.

I’ve dug for gold and come home with nothing but a handful of coal and a story no one wanted to hear.

So when someone says:

“You’re a dog.”

I don’t argue anymore.

Because a dog knows loyalty.

A dog knows hunger.

A dog knows how to survive a winter most people wouldn’t last a week in.

And the strange thing is…

Dogs still wag their tail when they see someone they love.

Even after the door was slammed.

Even after the stones were thrown.

So if you call me a dog…

Fine.

Just remember something.

Dogs remember who fed them.

And they remember who kicked them too.

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Saint Dirty Face™

*Stay Dirty. Stay Human.*™

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