Life of a Rich Man essays

Life of a Rich Man essays Christmas is my favorite time of the year. This is when I walk around practicaly eating my way through the day. There is food everywhere and people are so cheery and daydreamers that they do not stop and look at the pretty, washed dogs to feed, over the older one who has not had a bath in too many dog years to count. I do not so much worry about being warm. As long as I have food, I forget about being cold. But then again, who am I to complain? Dogs are always warm. We were made to love outside. Humans do not have this kind of specia treatment. But then again, humans can complain! I remember when I was just a little pup and this little red-head girl with the biggest rosy cheecks took me in. Her bright blue eyes lit up so much when she brought me in front of her parents. Her mother almost had a heart atack; she started screaming and shrieking. The father was more understanding. He nicely told her to get the little ugly pup out of his face. Well, for the 20 minutes she hid me under the bed, and the two it took her parents to get me out, I never heard so many complaints. The people had absolutely everything in front of them at the snap of a finger and nothing was good enough. Maybe all these observations in life taught me that Nicolae is the best man a dog can ask for a master. He literally walks through life and it's like he takes everything within his body at the touch of a finger. This man simply stares at everything and finds not one thing wrong with this inperfect world. That is why I picked him. He is such a happy man. At only 48 years old, you imagine one would have a family or at least if he did not, he would talk about what a waste this life has been and how everything is so wrong left and right. Happiness has not always been his first priority like that, though. It was such a sad day. The clouds were beautiful and the sun was so bright, I could barely keep my eyes o...