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.