From the Big Chair

Last night, Rylie was staring into space. When my wife asked what she was doing, I said she was contemplating reality and questioning the existence of a god. (Because that’s what I would do if I was a dog.) In response, I received a look of skepticism.

I was only half serious when I suggested she was considering the existence of a supreme being, but then I thought, “Why not?” Why should humans be the only creatures to ponder big, philosophical questions? Animals sure have plenty of time for it. What else are cats going to do if they’re not eating?

Rylie has doggie dreams. Her legs will twitch. Sometimes she’ll yip. Or whine. Yeah, maybe she’s just dreaming about bunnies or squirrels.

Or maybe she’s being touched by god.

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