the dachsund and the painted wolf

I see this dog every day. He is fat. He is spoiled. Our family spends much on him: his food, his toys, his hygiene. Everything he has was handed to him. He depends on us and we keep him safe; he never worries. He is never content. He empties his food dish just to roll it across the floor again, asking for more. I have never seen this dog. He is thin. He is humbled. He has next to nothing except for his pack, his family. Everything he has is the result of hard work. He depends on no one because they are endangered; his family could be gone any day. But he somehow finds contentment. Even when he lacks water and food he never complains even though he desperately needs more.