If I Come Back

If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I've decided I want to come back as a Golden Retriever.  I think it would be wonderful to know nothing but love, unconditional love, for everyone I come in contact with.  I would have a roof over my head, nice people taking care of me, two good meals a day, free health care...hmmm...would that put me in the infamous 47% ?

 I wouldn't care if my tax rate was higher than some of the richest people in America.  I wouldn't feel anger when I learned the names of more young men and women who died for some unknown cause halfway around the world or when our embassies are attacked by people we send billions to.

I'd nap on the couch and ignore the constant stream of negative campaign ads on TV.  Maybe some of those people in Washington should sniff each other's butt and learn to play nice. They say that if you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.  No thanks.  I'd stay in Florida and chase chameleons while those folks chased their tails, went in circles, and accomplished zero.

I think it would be a pretty nice life.