I was a dog. I still am a dog. As funny as it sounds, I don't mean it in the funny way, and yet it is still funny. At one time I thought I was so smart that I had to have been someone great in a previous life. After having lived with myself now for some time, I am truly convinced that I was a dog in my previous life. I think I was a good dog, though possibly a stray. I loved to chase down birds, balls, sticks, butterflies, etc. Still when I see a ball rolling away from those playing with it, I have to do everything in my power to keep from chasing it down. I even catch myself suddenly darting out to try to catch birds. I am quite simple minded. My great thoughts are really not great at all. They have only seemed great to me because I am a simple-minded dog. I'm not kidding--I really enjoy chasing things and I don't know why. It is just some left-over instinct I have.