Dogs come into our lives to stay.
They don’t leave when it’s difficult, and also,
when the first intoxication is gone, they'll still see us
always with exactly this expression in their eyes.
They do that until their last breath.
Maybe because right from the start they see us as
what we really are: faulty, imperfect people.
People who chose them exactly the same way.
A dog chooses us the rest of his Life. He doesn't
wonder if he's really want to get old with us. He just
does it.
His love, once we have earned it, is absolute. ”Picasso“











