Living With Myself

So, I was thinking that maybe--just maybe--I have 4 dogs to make it easier for me to live with myself. This thought came to me while watching 'Nurse Jackie' on cable. A character explains to Jackie that he has to do at least one good thing every day for him to be at ease with his life. Jackie says, that doesn't sound too difficult, and Momo responds, try it sometime...
So, maybe living with dogs affords me numerous opportunities to do kindnesses to other sentient, living creatures. I can walk around stuffing Pup-Peronis down pink throats, petting, massaging, crooning words of comfort and approval to my 4 pals...and feeling good about myself.
There's plenty of strife and bitterness in our world and I've always felt that a worthwhile occupation involved spreading kindness, easing pain, shedding light. I have utter contempt for people who intentionally cause fear and pain. Bigger people picking on the small. Older folks hurting young kids. The list goes on and on. I truly believe that if enough people decided to do good every day, the world would become a better place immediately. But I also know that one certain way to get what you want is to take it. Force usually works and might trumps the moral high ground nearly every time.
The important thing for me to remember is that I cannot control events around me. I can't change other people's behaviors. I can barely control my behavior. But, when I can, I try to do good. You've got to serve somebody, the poet said. I prefer to play on the side of the Angels.
So, imagine there's a Canine Overlord. A Supernatural Force with an otter tail and bad breath, constantly scratching itself and knocking your drinks over, begging and barking. Imagine this Canine Immortal is watching me walking with my friends, stuffing their gullets with biscuits and rubbing their ears, whispering sweet words into their adoring little faces. Don't you think I'd get a free pass at the Pearly Gates??