So we cook for The Dog, we harness the earth for them, we clean their shit and ensure their health. They give us love or service, for sure, as we go about our busy lives perpetually trying to conclude knowledge. We celebrate every year our painstakingly slow evolution while they morph and shift into shit-poos, labra-doodles and so on, every one more beautiful and wonderful or more sick than the before.
They've changed and adapted to harness every piece of energy from us in small return of being conduits of parts of ourselves some can't transmit to others of our own species.
So, I say The dog has done the biggest bite of evolution, travelling across great scapes with bandits and trailblazers, scientists, cowboys and doggie dancers. It does make me wonder if the first man into space mused over this, as he gazed into the untouchable sealed tomb of the creature he was runner-up to.
I wonder if he had that doggie smile.
