The dog from his past had returned to haunt him. He never really chose the company of this forced friend and when he arrived in his life he had no choice but to accept him. He always played nice enough with the annoying little dog, and treated him like the little brother he neither had nor wanted. One day a his human’s girlfriend returned home with the loud little puppy and forced Mo to accept him as part of his life. He was easy enough to tolerate at first since the puppy spent most of his time sleeping and cuddling with his adoptive human. But the reality of his origin became apparent as soon as his personality began to develop — he was spoiled to the bone and had never known a moment of adversity. Until being picked up for no less than two thousand dollars, he lived as a part of a pack that was cared for meticulously and coddled endlessly. He was fed daily, allowed to roam farm land freely, and stayed attached to his mother for the first few months of his life. He did not know the same pain that Mo had known in his youth. Mo was now fed daily, spoiled incessantly, and allowed to roam through the woods as he pleased — but he had not always known such a life. He was raised on abuse and abandonment and did not know what home was until he was 15 human years old. He failed at four different adoptions and was constantly returned to a cell at the Human Society that he began to believe was where he was meant to reside. It was not until his human came into his life that he learned what real love was. But this dog had only known love and did not know the meaning of pain. It was not that Mo wished that pain upon him, it was more than he wished he understood how good he had it. He knew that him and this dog would never connect because they came from two inexplicable backgrounds that could not be compared. This little dog would never know what it was like to be abused and Mo would never know what it is to trust someone right away. He had put his human through tests of trust when he was first united with him, not knowing if this human would actually stick around. But this little spoiled dog trusted blindly and boldly and felt entitled to attention. He seemed baffled when he did not receive love in return to his aggression and pouted when he was not instantly praised by others. He felt that the world was his playground and knew no boundaries. But boundaries and confinement were all that Mo was raised on for the first year of his life, and there was an edge of resentment with the little dog who did not know such suppression. He had not learned what it was to be undervalued and he never experienced what it was to be truly alone. He thought life was a gift that was handed to him while Mo saw life as a constant struggle with occasional rewards that made the struggle worthwhile. He was not distressed by his human needing to live a human life, and had learned to have faith in his two-legged provider’s return. While the little dog had only known coddling by his human and was distressed within two minutes of her leaving him. And while Mo had accepted that his life and needs were addressed as often as possible by his human pack, he knew that he needed to address their needs in return. All the little dog seemed to do was take though and offer his presence as a reward instead. He thought life was something that went along for everyone at the same pace and took for granted the things that were handed to his spoiled paws. Mo knew his place as a beta to his human, but he also knew that this status did not lessen his value in the eyes of the human who played his alpha. He knew that he was loved, but he also knew that he ate second. There was no resentment in the role he played, because he had found self-worth with the human who provided for him and he had returned the gift as best he could. But the little dog flaunted an inflated ego and thought that his proper place was ahead of the human who provided for him. It was not that he needed to be put in his place, it was more that he needed to learn respect. It was not that Mo wanted to put him down and kick him out to the streets, but he wanted him to be aware of the struggle that existed in life and aware that he had luckily side stepped a potentially devastating bullet. He wanted him to know the heat of that bullet and the feeling as it grazed his soft skin. He wanted the little dog to know that that bullet had hit others in its avoidance of him, and that not everyone was as lucky as he naturally was. But most of all he wanted the little dog to truly understand where he was coming from and what he had struggled through to get to where he is today. He just wanted a friend who understood what he had been through and could continue to support him in the inevitable struggles that still lay ahead in life. He wanted desperately to connect with this little dog and to share his pain, deepest feelings, and new way of living. He just wanted a friend. But this little dog could never be his friend until he understood where Mo came from in the first place. He could never walk the same path as Mo until he had traversed the same hurdles. And he could never see the true nature of Mo until he had experienced what life had thrown at him. It was not that he wished strain and struggle upon his little friend, he just wanted someone who could understand. And this little dog never would. So he accepted where they both stood, let go of the friendship he had once hoped for and allowed them to both move on with their lives. He accepted that they had the occasional friendship, and that they had once gotten to know each other on some level, but he also accepted that it would never be on the level of connection that he was seeking and that this was a friendship that he could not hold onto for life. He had others who would be there for him eternally, but this little dog was just a phase in his life and he waited out the time until he could be rid of the annoyingly ignorant little dog once again.