Some said they would come back as horses, my husband thought he could be a giraffe, most said they’d be some sort of cat; but I noticed that no one chose the dog, and I don’t know why.

The horse, by tradition, lives outdoors rain or shine and gets sat upon by people large and sometimes larger. I asked my husband why a giraffe, and he thought it would be nice to look over high fences. I wonder if this is indicative of some sort of perverse peeping Tom syndrome. The cat people are nice for the most part, though prone to play hide and seek often, and I was never any good at that game, because I’d always make enough noise so they would be sure to find me. When they got to me I chose the dog because I can’t imagine a life without dogs, and dogs know about things children and old people need.

Another thing I’ve noticed is that there are no guard giraffes or cats, though cats sometimes earn their keep by good will hunting. The various ways a dog hunts is not always with good will. Watching a Border Collie at work shows how it should be done; shoulders hunched, eyes squinted, a crawl on the belly while eyeballing the sheep, a quick dart, and the race is on. A Jack Russell Terrier, on the other hand, feels he needs to shout at them until they submit to him. He cannot be deterred from the chase, though to my knowledge never catches sight of his prey.

Do we as humans, carry similar animal traits? If a dog, I could choose to emulate our old German Shepherd or now, in later life, perhaps our Old English Sheepdog. In the first choice, I could be alert, a little intimidating, loyal and protective. As a Sheepdog I could just take it slow and easy and enjoy life while waiting for my next meal. I could do that.

I wonder if I was a Jack Russell as a young woman—barking a lot but not accomplishing much. On the other hand, Jack Russells are very smart, very intuitive. I WAS a fast learner, and my father told me I had good common sense, so that’s a plus. I was low maintenance and put up a good appearance. I was great at parties and never embarrassed myself or my hostess, which is unlike the JRT I know who would enliven the party too much and has been known to do so. Which is why there are places for dogs and people like that.

When I die perhaps I’ll come back as a tree. It’s much less complicated.

Author: kaytisweetlandrasmussen83

I am a retired fine arts teacher, sculptor/painter, writer, and a native Californian. I love my family,dogs, horses, movies, reading and music, probably in that order. I have been married forever to a very nice man who is nice to old ladies, dogs and children.

11 thoughts on “MOSTLY TRUE”

  1. There isn’t a tree within 10kms that Milo hasn’t cocked his leg up against. I’ m not sure about coming back as a tree. I rather fancy returning as a Gargoyle perched on top of the Notre Dame looking down on Paris and its lively Montmartre. I would be well out of reach from Milo’s arced stream.
    A nice one, Kayti.


    1. I believe there is a vendetta against height challenged people. Lately all the products I want are on top shelves in the grocery store. The cane is a wonderful tool to pull some things down. It’s important to avoid being bonked on the head during the fall though.


  2. If I had to be an animal, I’d be a fox, smart, nimble and blends in with the environment (I’m an introvert, you see). Otherwise, I’d come back as a plant—an elecampane, to be specific. They are incredibly tall (You would like them Mrs. Daffodil), and very resilient, coming back year after year, with no known diseases or predators!


    1. Two clever choices. The fox is lovely but perhaps the plant is even better. I’m not familiar with it, so I tried to check it out , but this old computer refused or didn’t know what it was. Maybe I will come back as a new computer.


  3. I’d never heard of elecampane myself. It’s in the sunflower family, and look at this: “The plant’s specific name, helenium, derives from Helen of Troy; elecampane is said to have sprung up from where her tears fell. It was sacred to the ancient Celts, and once had the name “elfwort”. In France and Switzerland it is used in the manufacture of absinthe.

    That might be a very fun plant, indeed. I think I’d like to come back as a mockingbird. I wouldn’t have to migrate, I wouldn’t have many enemies, and I could sing all night long. That’s the ticket!


    1. Clever girl. I didn’t find anything. I think I really AM due for a new computer. I actually had heard of elfwort, and how fun to know it’s associated with absinthe. Yes, being that plant could work. But being a mockingbird is brilliant. Imagine singing all night. I promise I would not throw my slipper at you. Seriously though, we did have one once and now we rarely hear birds of any kind. When we do, it’s delightful.


  4. This is a charming bit of reflection. I like it so much. I am chuckling still at your husband thinking he’d want to be a giraffe because it’s be nice to look over tall fences. I wouldn’t want to be, but am afraid I would be, a chicken, running around and clucking, making a big fuss over myself when I did a bit of work by dropping an egg.


    1. Chickens are quite beautiful with all their pretty feathers, plus the added quality of rhe eggs but I’d be careful someone isn’t a rooster. With all the Me Too hullaballoo these days you can’t trust anyone.


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