So oddly enough, Brunswick has it's own Shambhala Buddhist center. Last night they had an lecture about meditation, so Liz and I went.

It was all fine and good, but not really what I'm going to talk about today.

The interesting thing is that there was a woman there with a guide dog. A guide dog who looked exactly like my family dog who was put down only one week ago (see He was a Good Dog).

And when I say "exactly" I really mean exactly. Well, other than the fact that Sebastian was graying ("distinguished" is what my father would call it). Anyone who hadn't seen Sebastian in his mature years would say, "hey, why the heck is Sebastian a guide dog? Is that a good idea?"

I mean, this guy was the exact dimensions as our diminutive doggie. His (her?) paws were small, too, so he (she?) wasn't a puppy, either. Just a small dog.

It was rather shocking to see Sebastian's clone. It made me pretty sad, too.

Huh.

Hey, don't Buddhists believe in reincarnation?

I guess Sebastian's only been gone a week, though. That seems a little quick to me.

But hey, what do I know?