Spiritual Teachings of the Canine Masters
It’s not the destination, it’s the journey. Walking around the block, around the block, around the block.
Be here now. Walking around the block, there is a choice: keep my head down and miss the whole thing or notice the birdsong, the air against my cheek, the red tricycle on the neighbor’s lawn.
I am not the center of the universe. Who picks up the poop?
I am worthy of love. The ecstatic greeting at the door, whether it’s been six minutes or six hours since I left.
Give thanks. Who’s a good doggie? Buddy is. Yes he is.