Every morning when alarm goes off, I look at my dog and think, "I want to be you in my next life." I've said that to EVERY dog I've owned since I was in 5th grade. Think about it, you're a dog, your day is pretty much eating, napping, and if you're lucky, getting some treats for being cute.
That sounds like a pretty good life to me. And we all admit that we take WAY better care of our pets than our self, right? My dog has her own peanut butter jar at home so that the rest of us don't "accidentally" stick our spoon in the jar that's used to spoon peanut butter in our Daisy's little kong toy. Crazy.
I had my heart set on coming back as a dog until I saw this picture on my friend Ann's iPhone yesterday.
Coming back as a cat wouldn't be that bad either. Except if my owner tried to dress me up as a princess and stuff me in a castle, she better pray I was declawed!