re: Do you ever wish that you were an animal?

I've always envied the unbridled freedom that migrating waterfowl have as they mill across the continent willy nilly: the prairies of North Dakota today, southern Arkansas green timber tomorrow evening- let's go.

They see & experience wild places & see the CONUS from a view that isn't impeded by the windows of an airplane.

However, having my head caved in by the talons of a peregrine falcon in mid flight and fed to her chicks while still alive gives me pause...

So too does the thought of being shot in the face over a traitorous group of my peeps (who actually weren't my peeps at all but instead were plastic replicas) and being picked up by a dog and carried back to the hand of his owner to have my neck snapped or beat across the rib of a shotgun barrel brings me back to reality: There's pros and cons to it all, and in the end we all have our impending, inevitable day of doom, and I never even really liked flying anyways, nor the thought of becoming "one" with the plane's engine compartment.

So it all evens itself out.

I want the life of a racehorse that just won the Triple Crown.

Sometimes I wish I had my dogs life. Little fricker has it made.

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I want the life of a racehorse that just won the Triple Crown.

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We have a winner

Uptown stray cat