Flight

Enlightenment

This is a troubling story about a dog. And philosophy.

It begins with the Zen garden my family built me for Father’s Day.

It’s a little space I can gaze at to centre my mind, to help me find peace.

Then along came that idiot animal Winston. The little SOB took my fountain nozzle and chewed it to pieces.

Now, when I look at my lovely garden I see my mangled fountain spigot and I just get mad.

So here’s the troubling part … is this some crazy test?

Is Winston really Buddha? Or simply a dog who’s days are numbered?

The mind reels…

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