Simple Life of Dogs

Our dogs are laying about the house without a care in the world. Oh, to be a dog. Would it actually be that grand, however? Puppies held in the arms of owners so proud to purchase the rut of the litter, do they know what glee they bring to the household? The poor pups must go through a surgery which strips them of a natural drive. Dogs may go through such unfortunate diseases as Parvovirus or Dystemper. The dogs may starve if not for a human placing a bowl of enriched morsels on the floor. If not for a collar, a dog which wanders aimlessly across the street from his or her owner's yard may be lost until found. In about 12 to 15 short years, a dog may have to wag his tail one last time and his owner may be devistated. That is, until another puppy is introduced.

Are we the same way, to an extent? Does someone take pride in our existance - a brand new little being who is just learning how to roll over, crawl, walk, and, perhaps, eventually run away from all that is good and comfortable? Are we in a fight to protect each other and ourselves from our own possible calamity? Will we always be desparate for our government's currency in order to make a living, put food on our tables, and make sure that we do not die of something preventable? Will we have only 77.7 years to live on this Earth, or will our time become extended because we care enough, or are paranoid enough, to care for ourselves as we should, or think we should? Will we have someone say "how sad, how sad" when we cease to exist? Is "how sad, how sad" honorable? Or should those whom we love, dislike, and/or respect feel free to say "s/he led a good life. Let's have a party in his/her honor!"

Inglorious or glorious? Or both at the same time?

Churchill lays upon his mat with his head resting on his green blanket. Churchill became sick with Parvovirus and was nursed to health, an bill which deserves no recognition. This dog's life was saved because of love, not money. Li'l Bit lays next to his dearest owner who wishes she had taken more pictures and videos of him when he was but a baby. Sure, he does not listen when called. In fact, he wanders the completely opposite direction. But the little snaggly teeth, the shiny black bottom lip and the little Zorro mask make it all not matter.

Oh, to be a dog.