There is a childlike side in the dogs. Although they claim to be not laughing, I think they are laughing,
in their cheerfulness, for example, they hang their tongues from side to side. When they're idle, they feel like an orphan is happy. The cat, playing with a piece of ball, or a grape, is one of the most beautiful images of nature. But in dogs, it seems like an exaggerated joy that it is not right to play and cheer.
The street dogs are more terrible. Sometimes they are directly the main parts of a sad picture. But together with a person who has shared despair, they are twice as painful when they are complementary elements of a social taboos. Street dogs are closest friends of street children. A street child wrapped around a street dog is one of the most pathetic pictures of my brand new century.