I was a dog in a past life. Really. I'll be walking down the street and dogs will do a sort of double take. Like, Hey, I know him.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I wish I could go home. I've been on the road since May. I wonder if my dogs still remember me.
Just being with dogs, I learned their ways and began to appreciate things from their point of view.
I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That's the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.
So I consider myself a dog person. Kind of. Had dogs when I was a kid, but my parents would never have dreamed of having them in the house.
I've grown up with dogs and love dogs.
I think maybe I was a shepherdess in a past life.
You cannot share your life with a dog, as I had done in Bournemouth, or a cat, and not know perfectly well that animals have personalities and minds and feelings.
Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement.
I was riding my mountain bike in Colorado, and I met a dog who reminded me so much of my very first dog in the way she interacted with me, looked at me, and wagged her tail that I rode away convinced I'd just very possibly met the reincarnated version of my long lost friend.
I'm a dog person; I've had dogs all my life.