Dog
I've often laughed at the fact that dog is the anagram of god.
But recently I've taken it more literally. What if god is (also) a dog?
During our walk yesterday Luna wasn't really happy and I didn't consider her discomfort as important as I would have considered mine.
When we shared some cashews, I learned that she also really liked cashews, but I didn't give her many of my share.
Good foods like cashews I'd prefer to eat by myself and not feed to a dog. But I felt bad for thinking this.
Today I had the chance to make amends. I made sure that I always included her in our group and gave her some attention and love when she seemed receptive for it.
But when I was sitting on the sofa, without thinking much I reached my hand into a big paper bag next to the sofa and started playing with its content. I thought it was small clay spheres that are used for plant pots and I enjoyed the sound they made.
Only when Luna started growling at me I realized that it was her food I was playing with.
I can clearly feel how we are more than dogs, but at the same time are still the same.