Today’s post-prompt asks what sort of animal I would be.
First of all, I am an animal, using the broadest definition of the term.
I don’t think I’d make a very good other-kind-of-animal, though. Wild pack animals are cool, but the whole groveling-for-alpha part doesn’t appeal. The thought of being a marine animal creeps me out because I don’t much like the open water. I’d never choose to be a little mammal because, you know, Food Chain. The longterm outlook for larger mammals seems to be not so great. We’re not even going to touch the topic of reptiles; they’re pretty cool, but I wouldn’t want to live in one.
A horse? No, I don’t want to live life fearing the Horse-Eating-Fill-In-The-Blank. Cat? Nope. Elephant! No, scratch that. Being a smart, emotional creature hounded by little animals that shout and carry guns would be awful. I’d end up going on a rampage.
Perhaps I’m overthinking this.
So… maybe a dog? Yes. A pack animal, but usually not in a canine pack. Something big but sweet with protective instincts and decent manners.
Aha. A Newfoundland. Also known as Nana in Peter Pan. That’ll work.
I’ll just ignore the drool issue.