The sharp pain I felt when I thought about how much I missed the boy was just something to get used to: a dog’s job was to do what people wanted. - W. Bruce Cameron

a dog’s job was to do what people wanted.

But humans drive the cars and decide when dogs eat and where dogs live and clearly this was something else in their power - they could find their dogs when they needed them.

Because failure isn't an option if success is just a matter of more effort.

Unbidden, the sadness I’d felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. Of all the things I’d ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.