My dog

[Danny Bowdad]

So yesterday while meditating, my dog looses her mind, like she does everyday when the mailman comes.  It startled me quite a bit, and in that very second I realized:  

Oh my fucking god!  My dog is me pretending to be a fucking dog!  I just knew it instantly.  
 

Next thought was- This can only mean that nothing (or no one) is every truly lost.  I don’t have to really worry about loosing loved ones to death.   It’s like I have a sock-puppet on my hand, talking to it because I forgot my hand was in there.  If I throw the sock away, my hand is still there/here, the whole time my hand was the thing responsible for animating the sock-puppet.