“You said you thought if we got together, we’d stay together. We’d be together through all these lives…”

“Well now, P, you take things to literal. I hope that’s the case and I think it will be but I don’t know. You could mess it up. I could mess it up. We could both wind up a pile of dust!’

I sighed.

“P, I just don’t know but I do know I don’t want that dog hanging around me,” he said.

“Dora?”

“Yeah, Dora. I don’t want to see her in future lives if I can help it.”

“Oh come on.”

“Come on, nothing. One life is enough with her! Why can’t I have a real dog. Rin tin tin? Lassie? How come I can’t have Old Yeller for a dog? I want a dog like one of those,’ he said.

I glared.

“Come on, P, you know I love her. I love that dog, she just does me no good at all. That’s all I need. Dora come into my next life and stare at me. Look at her. Look at her staring, P and tell me that having that dog follow for eternity is not a nightmare proposition.”