It’s easier to be a dog if one accepts there are many things that are incomprehensible and just concentrate on being happy. - W. Bruce Cameron

I was seized by a fury I did not understand, an instinctive rage coming from deep inside. My mind filled with what seemed like memories of things that had never happened, of vicious battles with these creatures. They were my enemy and I was driven to kill them, to tear into them with my teeth and close my jaws on their necks.

Now what? Was I to be reborn over and over, forever? Could a dog have more than one purpose? How was that possible?

Not everything that counts can be counted and not everything that's counted truly counts.