Citadel of the Canine Benevolence
The dogs near the temples are calm.
They don't bark. They watch.
Overheard in Lembongan, Bali, some years ago, “Dogs must be happy here.”
This was an occasion for me to reflect on cultures that embrace reincarnation.
Maybe our spirits float into the celestial species assignment machine, which tallies our life and automatically drops our souls into the next appropriate karmic match: marmot, wildebeest, Dali Lama, or puppy.
I’m reserving judgment on that one, but dogs do seem to gravitate toward abundant food and evolved people. So with Sagada.
Some dog selfies. They’re people, too, after all.
Hounds two times, twice.
Sagada dogs in repose.
Ghost dog.
