I've heard it said over and over again , "In my previous life, I was...." Some religions are based on this belief, others, just believe in reincarnation based on characteristics we have.
Hubby and I think our son was probably a fish in his previous life..based on his love of the water. In my early 20's, I thought that I was a black panther in my previous life based on the fact that I always wore head to toe black clothing. I've had friends think they were reincarnated from Egyptian royalty based on the fact that they love to wear a lot of gold. I've always thought it was funny that we claim to be royalty...how come we were never the slave that got squished between the 2 pillars while building the pyramids?
I also think it's odd that most of the people that believe in this sort of thing, believe they were an animal first...What if it were the other way around? What if animals were reincarnated from people? No question that Winston Churchill was a bulldog, and Phyllis Diller was an Ostrich.
My Portuguese Water Dog was most definitely an Interior Decorator before he became a dog. He sits there, in front of the couch, eyeing the silk throw pillows. You just know he's thinking, "What in the world are my masters thinking. How can they possibly have a rust coloured cushion on this brown couch...Oh no, no, no...it belongs there, on the floor behind the dining room chairs...now that's Feng Shui!!!"
Then, he'll walk past a runner (a longish carpet that we have in the hallway on our main floor). He puts it in his mouth, drags it up a flight of stairs and leaves it in the kitchen. He then takes the dish rag that's hanging on the handle of our oven, and he'll bring that into the laundry room. "There, much better..I sure hope those pesky masters don't destroy my work...I'll only have to do it over again if they do"..
Our little PWD absolutely hates the guest bedroom. He's always pulling the comforter off the bed and tries to drag it to the foyer. I guess I should be grateful to him...my floors are always nice and shiny from all that material being dragged across the floor.
The other day, he decided that he no longer liked the sheets on my son's bed. One morning, while son was still sleeping, my little portie managed to get the top sheet off him and run downstairs. I found my son's sheet in the basement, full of holes. When I went upstairs to check on son, I saw that his pillow cases (the corners) were eaten away!!! Son had never woken up!!!!
When I was buying my son his new sheet set, I tried to make a careful selection. I didn't want to get anything that might disagree with my dogs sense of style!!
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