To Be a Dog

A good-dog, of course, running and playing and rewarding my humans with love, loyalty, and bravery. No cares save the protection of the household, some kibble and water, and warm hands to pet and rub the tummy.

Is anything greater proof that man is capable of grace than his creation of good-dogs?

And now the dream is possible, for the New York State legislature and Governor have attained the power to make that which is not a reality; to transmute opposite into match - transcending the laws of the physical world with their wizardly alchemy.

I shall attach my ears and tail, glue on some fur, and pray that the almighty State shall make me a dog.

Posted by: Bluto at 02:50 PM

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