I've decided that John is the reincarnation of a Roman emperor. Reasons:
1. He is supremely self-confident as would befit an absolute monarch.
2. He believes he is the center of the universe; "All Roads Lead to Rome."
3. He gives the people their circuses (by stealing their hats, picking up his bowl, bowing etc.).
4. But most importantly: he makes a little couch for himself out of fresh hay and then lies down to eat in it.
Today I held gates for the barn owner to put out big square bales in the biggest pasture.
I was impressed at how well the horses have their hierarchy sorted out: first big bale, top tier of horses. The second tier stands and waits:
Their hay shall come. The barn owner was diagnosed with lymphoma last year around this same time. It has been, for her, a year of chemotherapy, radiation, experimental treatments, shunts, exhausting travel, fatigue, and hope alternating with near certainty of immanent death. She never stopped putting out hay for the horses. And she never once, not even once!, complained.
Some of us are brave.