Lets be Proud of Them

The first handicap of the bastard dog is exactly its name, so pejorative. The impure dog or that it is not of race, crossbreed, common, hybrid or bastard, it is a reality of the modern world, called it like is called. It is at the same time a sad and pathetic reality, because the bad luck can transform it in a being without refuge, hungry, vagabond, unhappy, while the good luck can grant him a master, a caress, a plate of soup and, sometimes, a lot more. It is possible that the crossbreed dog has little prestige before the snobs and those that want to pass for refined because it doesn't cost anything, because they give it away, because they can be picked up in the street like a lost object, because they don't have any value. 

A dog of race, on the other hand, is paid, it is something important, it stimulates the envy. But who is let influence for these superficial considerations, evidently it doesn't value the affective part, the good feelings, he doesn't know how to sense the enormous happiness that rots to provide him the presence of the ugliest, of the most unhappy of the dogs. And when one says that a bastard is "ugly", a mistaken adjective is possibly used because they are so many its physical gifts - the expressive eyes, the mobile ears, and the expression of putting on paunch up to request the caress - that make forget all the imperfections. 

Then who has given or is giving their affection to a crossbreed dog, it should be very satisfied. It should be very proud of possessing an alive being whose better gifts will always be the gratefulness, the fidelity and the love.