I have seen a dog in the street today, while I was at my office window smoking. You know the park opposite our building, right? People usually take their kids and pets there, three times a day for the latter. You see them alone, they never get together or make big groups to chat or kill time until their little beasts find relief, which is quite surprising, actually.
In any case, this dog was sitting by its owner, wagging its tail against her ankles. Perfectly at ease. For a brief second I thought I'd like to be a dog myself. Their life is fully structured, there are no surprises. Sniff-Eat-Poo-Sleep, that's all. Of course they are curious, there is always a certain amount of the unexpected just around the corner: a smell you do not recognize, new passers-by, a boy who comes and pats your head in delight. You go back home and you can rest assured you'll wake up to feel as cared for, loved and protected as you were the day before. No bills to pay, no job to keep, no sentimental crises, no existential doubts. Suddenly, my mind went to those that get abandoned every summer. Your owners put you in the back of the car, open the door after a while, let you out, close it again, vanish. They take to you to a place you've never been to before so that you won't be able to find your way back, they believe. And then, there is no home at night, no food, no comfort. Other dogs approach you, bite you, show their teeth and grunt. You don't have anywhere to turn to. You curl up in a corner and wish to die. Plus, you miss those humans so badly! Why did they ever dump you? What did you do wrong? Even dogs go through pleasant or unpleasant change they don't have any power over. Even they experience uncertainty. They don't know, and neither do we. Wait, it's life's turn to make a move.