Thursday, December 22, 2011

Roasting by the Open Fire


That is Prozac, the "Boston Terror" on the right. On the left is Gidget, who is a holiday guest, while her "parents" are visiting their human son and wife in Guam. I have often thought that if there is anything to reincarnation, one could do worse than recycling as a dog in America.

2 comments:

karen lindsey said...

[s]. years back i was discussing my reincarnation fantasies with my therapist. i never got up to the mammal level. i had decided i wanted to be a turnip and just sit there. she said it was a bad idea, b/c turnips were expected to taste good. she suggested i switch to a decorative gourd, so i could just sit there and be beautiful all my life. she was a wise therapist....

Unknown said...

Karen,

This is a bizarre thought indeed. Reincarnation as a turnip! That would be real regression. I'm not so sure a dog would be. They definitely have more honor than humans. Not so sure about a decorative gourd either! :-)