More about Jimbob: I am a 7.5 year old dog named JimBob. I’m part Australian Shepherd and I think the other half is Border Collie (or something). I’m mostly white with dark gray to black markings, especially around my facial area. I have a large black spot on my right side. A cute little strip of white fur sneaks down from the center of my forehead almost to the tip of my snoot giving my head a cleverly lopsided look. I don’t have a tail--just this little black powder puff that looks as if glued to my back end. She-human, my owner, loves my tail. It makes her laugh. Also, I’m enormously smart but I am very much set on having my own way. Sometimes I can get away with it. I came into my she-human’s life when I was about 6 months old. She got me from the SPCA.
…..I’ve been thinking a lot about the Meaning of Life lately. Humans have such differing views. Some think we are part of a Big Joke played by some cosmic entity. Many others believe that we evolved. If humans came from apes, where did dogs come from? I’d like to think we dogs were at one time dinosaurs. Dinosaurs are awesome. I saw a picture of a dinosaur leg bone once in a National Geographic that She-human left on the bathroom floor (that’s her Reading Room). Boy howdy, could I chew on that bone for awhile! I’d never ever have even the ghost of plaque for as long as I lived.
Then there are other humans who believe in these godlike humans like Christ, Mohammed, Karl Marx, Thor, Kali, Joseph Smith, Buddha, the Earth Mother and a host of others. Some of them really get way out there. My she-human used to be sort of religious as opposed to spiritual. I’m glad I didn’t know her back then. She’s one loose goose these days, and believe me, that’s okay with me. Otherwise, she would probably be blathering about some Heaven for Dogs or some such garbage. (Dogma to you.)
Personally, of all the theories I’ve listened in on so far, I like reincarnation. Some might say that dogs will eventually reincarnate into human beings if they have good karma. I think it is the other way around. I mean, let’s check it out: How many canines do you know on Prozac? (Of course Separation Anxiety sucks, but I got over it pretty fast after She-human whupped me with her remaining shoe... I’d just chewed up 8a total of 16 pairs of ‘em!) Do dogs tremble at the mention of an IRS audit? Nope. Do dogs obsess about the latest fashions or get tattoos or piercings? Uh uh. Dogs don’t worry about high cholesterol or their sodium intake. Dogs aren’t drunks or drug addicts although dogs think drunk humans are really funny when they are loaded. Dogs don’t get arrested (well, I knew a cat who got reported to Animal Control. Belonged to the She-human back when I was just a pup). Dogs don’t get married and therefore they don’t get divorced and stuck with alimony, child care payments or end up in therapy or singles bars. However, I would like to get my paws on my old man, whoever he was. Some stray, my ma said. She had quite a litter and at least two or three of us had to be his. Well, my She-human says there are human men just like that. My she-human avoids those guys like the plague. She said she had a guy like that once when she was about 20, and that was one too many. But remember, god spelled backwards is….And by the way, did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic who wondered if there really was a Dog?
Anyway, I’m hanging with Bear Monday through Friday during the daytime while She-human works and I have time on my paws to think about Life, the Universe, and Everything (thanks, Douglas Adams wherever you are). So that’s how my day went. Your friend, JimBob