It’s a dog’s life, right? Tawny thinks so.
I don’t see her meditating, often begging or looking humble, but not deep in thought.
She drinks out of mud puddles, rolls in dead birds or dead fish,
And she’s nuts about rocks. She tosses them on the sand and digs craters around them.
She’s sleeping now.
It’s rainy and windy at the coast today, but
She’s a water dog and she goes out to pee or dump or smell the smellls.
Maybe it’s her acute sense of smell that allows her to be mindful and in the moment.
Her only anxiety is when I get the ball and the flinger and head for the beach,
And then she dances, right if front of me all the way to the beach..
Is dance anxiety? Or the way to remove anxiety.
For her it’s cathartic
I used to have dogs that dreamed and legs a flying and muffled barks to accompany,
But I don’t think Tawny dreams. I could be wrong about that.
If she would meditate, would that mean she has chakras? Seven of them? A third eye?
I don’t know what she would be doiing with them, she barely understands when I’m meditating; she just wants to be with me.
Does she have a sixth sense about this?
What is her vibration? 4th dimension? Her former lives? Has she always been a dog? Was she a dung beetle before, or a prince? Does she have spirit guides? Or is she my spirit guide. I’ll have to think about this.
OK, I may be wrong. Perhaps part of her napping, like me, is meditation, guided or no?
I often wonder what she’s wondering about me?
I think it’s, “When are we going to play on the beach?”
-Small town boy