On Being Creatures of Habit
I was thinking the other day about how all living beings are creatures of habit. I remember, as a kid, bringing the cows in for milking. We would open the back door of the barn, and most of those cows would head right for their stall. There were 30 or 40 cows, but each knew which stall was theirs. That always amazed me, as cows, in many other ways, could be very stubborn. But, they were “creatures of habit” when it came to the stall that they called “home.” Then, I thought of our dogs. I am the first one up in the morning—probably a throw-back to those early days when I ...