One rainy day, I accidentally adopted a dog, a black and thin mixed-haired dog with no strong limbs and no noble bloodline. It followed him not far or near, like a shadow.
Sadly, he has been tailless since I adopted him.
Wagging its tail and begging for mercy has always been an exclusive label given to dogs by people and to the down-and-out. The tail is the only magic weapon for a dog to survive and gain favor. Maybe it was born without the survival weapons given by God, and it has no way of knowing how to wag its tail to please its master and get what it needs. It lives its own life without being humble or arrogant, and is often laughed at by its peers and frequently watched by humans.
I feel pitiful for it, just like I feel pitiful for my own life at a certain moment.
In this world, everyone is doing or has been a dog, living a dog-like life, and living a dog-like life. If you want to survive, you must follow a good master, be like a dog with your tail between your legs and wag your tail to please him, and only then will you be able to raise your tail one day!
There are many people in life, just like the dog without a tail, who cannot please or beg for mercy, nor pretend to be weak. He has been running into obstacles all his life, living a life of poverty and poverty. I just envy other people's dog tails and regret for the rest of my life.
There is also a kind of person who follows a good master, gains power for a while, forgets about himself, barks at the hard work, and shows off in the market. Like the eunuch who confused the previous dynasty, but ultimately failed to end well.
If a dog had no tail, you wouldn't be able to tell whether it was tucked or cocked—perhaps, it would be a wolf.