As I sit here on my couch, I ponder what the world must be like through the eyes of what we would consider a lesser species, such as a dog. The things that we consider ordinary and essential to our existence, such as driving a car or wearing clothes, must be mysterious to them. However, in all likelihood their mental capacity isn't even enough to grasp even the most fundamental aspects of civilized life, and all of their actions, now matter how human and sentient they may a
ppear to be, are all instinctive and are geared toward the survival and propagation of their species. This notion can be somewhat distressing to devoted animal lovers; those who believe that their pets "love" them. I have come to be comfortable with knowing that all of the decisions that my pets make are for simple survival and are fittingly selfish in their own way. Even still, I appreciate the compansionship that dogs have to offer, even though most if the time it is something less than companionship.
- Andrew
Don't judge me for writing a post about dogs; I was sitting on my couch pretty much out of ideas for a topic and then I saw my dogs lying on their bed so I thought what the hell, I'll write about them. :p