Sometimes I wonder if Miles - my dog - is actually a genius.  Maybe a cosmic traveler, a character from some place way out there, a citizen of some society which has learned to disembody their souls in order to inhabit another creature far away.  This is his pilgrimage; he voluntarily accepts to be leashed by a lowly human (me) in order to explore his already lofty understanding of humility.  He's followed Jesus into the desert by welcoming the collar.

And then he pukes next to my blanket 'cause he's been munching grass in the park all afternoon.


  1. I love this. You should really include a pic of Miles for people to get the full effect :)

  2. miles as a cosmic traveler....that explains so much. he always has one eye on present, the other bound to wander forever.