Sometimes I meditate with my dog Oliver. He's not actually a puppy. He's 3 years old, but he's a "teacup" schnauzer. Just 8 pounds, and he loves to cuddle. He's not just a lap dog. He can be an eye pillow.
As I lay back in the lounge chair, he settles on my chest. I can feel him breathing. A very rapid breath. I tune into how he shifts from panting to machine gun efforts to catch a scent. I feel his heartbeat. I feel his weight on me and watch his nostrils quiver when he catches a new scent. I notice how much slower I'm breathing as we lay chest to chest. I've completely forgotten my obligations at work and at home and for this reason I think this is as genuine a meditative practice as any other.
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