Being a Dog

Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to be a dog.  As a human, My experience is limited to my human life and all the things that I do that make me a human.  I wonder at times what it would be like to live and be, a dog.  I sit next to and pet my family pet, my dog and think that he must have a neat existence.  To not ever be burdened with money, making money, paying bills or worrying about money.  To never be worried about transportation, lodging, food or paying bills.  To not be locked into an existence where you need to have a job, go to work, work, come home, go to sleep and do it all over again.  To be able to just walk around the house, at will, stretch and sleep whenever the mood strikes.  When you have  a good owner or owners, to be fed twice  a day and given treats at times.  To be taken for a walk or a run and then play various things in the yard, catch, retrieve etc.  Not having to worry about shaving or makeup or fingernails or wearing clothing or shoes. 

All of these things are nice and make me think about what it would be like, to be a dog.