I Am a Dog

I’m a dog. Goes without saying. A quadruped among man. I walk through life in much the same way: sleep, eat, chase. procreate—if I’m lucky. Time moves through space the same way for me as it does for my master. The leap from blazingly bright birth into the fuzzy unknown of the great beyond, the same, right?

The speed of light.

Man seems to think that as the years advance time speeds up, and that may be true. Yet, take a moment and remember how quickly we all advance through space. In relationship to that, we all move slowly. Like the dog days of summer against the backdrop of hyper-drive.

Next time you, as a human, feel rushed, take a breath, stick your face out the window of a moving vehicle, and appreciate the fact that at any time, just like the family dog who sleeps, eats, chases and, if lucky, procreates, you can bring your head in out of the wind at any time.

Slow down.

Because the universe is taking care of the speed thing just fine.

Chow.