"Going to the fortune teller's was just as good as going to the opera, and the cost scarcely a trifle more – ergo, I will disguise myself and go again, one of these days, when other amusements fail." – Mark Twain, Letter to Orion Clemens, February 6, 1861
Yes, that’s Bandit’s ashes. On my Kuan Yin altar. Because Bandit would have thrown his life away for me in a red hot second, no questions asked.
Bandit and Kuan Yin – one and the same.
Dogs – they Know.