we watched the wall with martina gedeck last night. she talks about how the dog may sulk for a few minutes but always gets happy again, and invariably makes her happy. she says she would gladly become an animal, but that being a human, she can't. a human who becomes animal will fall into the abyss. 
she's like the white crow that being shunned by the other crows seeks her company.
me, i get angry, i lament the state of things, i excoriate myself, i feel alien, i lay down on the ice-encrusted leaves and look up at the web of trees and sky while the dog gnaws fallen branches, and i sigh, this is the life.