My girl doesn't have opposable thumbs. She can't talk. Jamaica does live in the here and now, though. She gets more sensory candy from pheromones and allomones than I can take in on any walk. She knows to fret about bad weather because of spherics long before I get the news on TV.
Mark Twain said, "Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in."
I don't much believe in heaven. Never have. I've always hoped that I've got it wrong. As long as dogs are there.