Sometimes I Look at My Pet and Think, “but That's Just How You Look.”
Sometimes when I look at my pet, I get this strange feeling that it’s only cute on the outside, but in reality, it’s a living being with a mind of its own, an individual life with its own consciousness. Its appearance just happens to fit human standards of cuteness.
And once I start thinking about it that way, I suddenly feel this strange separation between its physical appearance and the consciousness that exists within it. It’s a really surreal feeling.
To be honest, when I see a poorly trained dog, I sometimes feel like it’s just a wild animal wearing a cute disguise. What I’m describing is basically that same feeling, but taken to its logical extreme.
Can anyone relate to this?