Sometimes I dream about what might have been.
What if I had been a mutant dog born with opposable thumbs?
It would present amazing opportunities, but also...a choice of whether to use my abilities for good or evil.
I could get up early to grind the coffee beans and prepare coffee for my family. Or I could get up early to do some cat burgling, using those opposable thumbs to break into local residences.
I like to think that I would use my abilities for good.
But ultimately, one never knows until he is tested.