This morning I started thinking about Ziggy's life. He sleeps in our bed. He has plenty of healthy foods & vitamins. He gets treats & lots of attention, i.e. cuddles, petting, scratching, kisses. He has lots of toys & has fashioned a number of human games called tag, chase the kitchen towel or stolen napkin. In return, his responsibilities are to alert to a truck backing up (anywhere within hearing distance) or sirens, a stranger at the gate, approaching the house or Carol's arrival. He has to greet us enthusiastically and, when necessary, wait patiently to be toweled off. Sometimes he has to do tricks like sit, lie down, stay, wait, stop, to me. He has free medical care and his own rocking chair. As I watch him sleeping I started thinking..... maybe it would be nice to be Ziggy.