For who among you could enjoy the warmth of the sun with more absolute surrender than an old, one eyed dog on a spring day?
I am fortunate. I need not go to the East to seek a Zen Master, I only have to enter my backyard.
Imagine a fat, short legged dog with weak jaws who rarely barks and would never hunt. Do you ever wonder what that dog would say?
2 comments:
man i just love those pooches of yours, the sublime look on his face is just -well- sublime,.....
Dottie is most wise.
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