I'm completely alone at a table with friends

Relax I'm not lonely i just thought that was an appropriate title for this blog:

Just as you exit the village on the way to my house there is a rather bland looking house on the left just past a y-junction, you never see anyone coming in or going out or even any human activity in the garden, curtains and blinds always closed but everything is somehow kept preserved; grass is always cut, leaves brushed away and shrubs trimmed when its needed.
For as long as i can remember there have been guard dogs there, Dobermans, German Shepherds and now a... well I'm not sure, its a cross breed of some kind.

When I was younger I imagined the owners to be horrid people and i still do in a way.
Every time i pass that house I see the same dog wandering aimlessly or slumped next to the door (he doesn't even have a bed)looking so bored, lonely and sad.
I don't understand how somebody can do that to a dog and i want to go in and play with him but I'm afraid he won't have any of that and will want to chew on my gonads.
Every time i pass that house i feel so so sorry for him and a good deal of hate for the owners and every time i pass I can't look away from him, i actually feel guilty.

In a few years this dog will die and the owners will buy a new dog and the circle goes on.

It's an analogy for some things in our life. Sometimes, you can't control what happens, you just have to make the best out of it...story of my life.