Prison For Dogs

In Roswell: We’re building a prison for dogs.  These are the walls of the cells where bad dogs are kept until cute children pick them up to keep as their own… or, until the dogs are put into the ovens.

It’s a little depressing coming to this job site every day. The building is actually an add-on to an already-existing dog prison. So, that means I get to hear all of the howling and sounds-of-misery coming from imprisoned dogs of all ages, including the cutest puppies you’ll ever… hear.

There’s dogs every where. The weird thing is, I can’t see any of them, unless I go to the single crack I can find to peek into the other building. Last week, I saw a German Shepherd neurotically pacing his cell, barking in the opposite direction at sounds I was making to get his attention.

Something is not right about being locked up. And these poor pooches know it. They’re deprived of affection. And they go nucking futs without human love.

What a crazy world we live in. Mammals depend on others for their very sanity.

I guess it’s not that mind-blowing. But when you let it be, it can be.

I guess I’ve been thinking in relation to all of the “texts” I’ve read about becoming “whole” and fully integrated with oneself. How much of that can possibly be attained with a by keeping a personality in tact? I think zero. We have to lose all ego before that happens. Some people spend their whole lives dedicating themselves to ego destruction. Is it worth it to transcend a dualistic state? I feel like that a person has got to keep one foot in each state of mind to fully experience what it means to be human. But in my experience, that’s as easy as balancing a chair on one leg. Come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever taken one foot out of where I’ve been, as much as I’d like to think so.

All because of howling dogs.