When I'm home she never takes her eyes off of me and when I stand she darts over to where I'm standing. It has occurred to me that one day she'll kill us both by tripping me. She's not as anxious when I come and go as she was - she's stopped barking - but she doesn't let it go. When I come back from the laundry room, she's standing where she was when I left.
This morning I was thinking perhaps in a past life MJ had been inconsiderate of a pet and she was afraid of that happening to her. Perhaps that could be my fate as well. Why not? Why couldn't the essence of life be non-specific to species, genera, family, order, class, or phyla? It serves us to believe that we are of a higher order, but is it true?