Something I Have Learned From Dogs

The neighbor for whom I do some things has a swimming pool, two new Irish Setter puppies, and two children.  The kids jump in the pool, and then run back into the house to play video games.  The dogs jump into the pool, roll around in the dirt to dry themselves, and then come into the house.

The dogs mean well, and the kids just don't give a damn.

But it's the dogs that get yelled at, herded back outside, and sprayed with a firehose.

I'm not sure what it means, but it has to mean something.