I like all animals - and I like dogs too. But for me it is really strange how people love the dogs loyality. I remember always a poetri of the russian poet Vladimir Soloukhin, when I hear such stories.
Here I try to translate it:
We are wolves
And we are few in comparison to You, the dogs .
Under the roar the shotgun
from year to year, we decreased.
We were like on an execution
laying on the ground without a groan.
But we survived,
though we live out of law.
We are wolves
We are few. You can say we are some remained.
We are the same dogs
But we did not want to accept.
You get a dish of food,
We are hungry in the frosty fields,
on animal trails,
through the snow under the star silence.
You are allowed in the house
During the hard January colds,
and we are surrounded by
hunters tighter and tighter.
You look in the doorholes
We are wandering free in the forest.
You are in essence wolves
But you betrayed nature.
You were gray,
You were brave at the beginning.
But you were fed,
And you fall down to the level of guards
Flatter and serve
Is what you lare glad for a piece of bread
And the chain and collar
Are your worthy reards.
So, fear in your cages -
when we go on the hunt!
The most in the world
We, wolves, hate the dogs !
Here I try to translate it:
We are wolves
And we are few in comparison to You, the dogs .
Under the roar the shotgun
from year to year, we decreased.
We were like on an execution
laying on the ground without a groan.
But we survived,
though we live out of law.
We are wolves
We are few. You can say we are some remained.
We are the same dogs
But we did not want to accept.
You get a dish of food,
We are hungry in the frosty fields,
on animal trails,
through the snow under the star silence.
You are allowed in the house
During the hard January colds,
and we are surrounded by
hunters tighter and tighter.
You look in the doorholes
We are wandering free in the forest.
You are in essence wolves
But you betrayed nature.
You were gray,
You were brave at the beginning.
But you were fed,
And you fall down to the level of guards
Flatter and serve
Is what you lare glad for a piece of bread
And the chain and collar
Are your worthy reards.
So, fear in your cages -
when we go on the hunt!
The most in the world
We, wolves, hate the dogs !

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