As I lay awake another night - thinking, worrying, praying - our dog, snoring beside us, I've decided, in the next life, I want to come back as our dog.
Sleep without a care in the world... the biggest decision is "Should I go after that ball or just chew on this bone"....someone to pick up after me....having my meals put out before me...an occasional pat on the head for the most mundane thing...never giving a thought as to how I look or what I should wear...hanging at the dog park, making new friends all the time...
Our dog greets folks a bit more ferociously than I would, but she'll follow you to your car, after the slightest friendly attention, hoping for a ride, windows open, ears flapping in the wind.... An occasional treat, chasing birds, instead of deadlines, a chance to run back and forth in the yard at the sight of a UPS truck, is all it takes to make her happy. If only life was that simple...
Yep, if there's such a thing as reincarnation, I wanna come back as my dog!
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