The Favouritism

It was holiday 
The all dwellers had their way.
Was left a dog with another
For neither they we're sad nor bother
But one kind hearted was left
Something edible always he kept.
Days went on passing 
They found another dog crossing.
Finding the shelter he stopped
To welcome him the One popped.
The scene had a new change
Now the inferior had its no range.
Both met and be combined forced,
Helpless he had leave for being forced.
The favourite gained favouritism
Followed by murmur and critism.