A dog's purpose

What is the meaning of life? Are we here for a reason? Is there a point to any of this? And why does food tastes so much better in the trash? This was me, and then this was me, then I came back as this little guy. A lot of lives for one dog to live. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at begining. For me, it all began with a boy. HIs name was Ethan. My name was Bailey Bailey Bailey. What does he want for me? Whatever life got Ethan down, I knew exactly to do . I'm ready. We played with that ball all afternoon. Ethan loved it. Sometimes he just needed a little nudge. We spend everyday together. Are they fighting over food? No.. Nothing in there. As the years went by. I could tell my time with Ethan was coming to an end. And then.. It happened! I was back! I didn't have a .. I'm a girl. I had a new purpose. I was needed again. And again. And again. With each new life, I was learning a new lesson. Have we met before？ I tried to make sense out of all the things I'd seen. Was there a point to this journey of mine? and how did bacon fit it? If I can get your licking and loving, I have my purpose. That's funny.