Just breathe...

Have you ever seen a dog entertain himself for hours?  Just by breathing?  When Atticus was a puppy he used to pick up his empty food dish, set it in front of himself and breathe into it.  He would push his nose into the far side of the dish and make the funniest 'Darth Vader' style noises.  The boy could entertain himself for an entire evening with just an empty bowl and his nose.  Makes you wonder why I continue to spend a fortune in dog toys doesn't it?

I had forgotten about Atticus' breathing fetish until today.  His plastic food dish was replaced years ago with a metal dish that must not carry the same 'acoustics' as the plastic version.  At some point during the day, feeling guilty about not getting the boy out for a walk (I am a bit hungover) I gave him a special treat.  The treat required you insert it in a plastic toy, which you guessed it....fit his snout like a glove.  He spent the better part of the evening breathing into his toy and has now taken it to bed with him.  What a funny guy he is.

I have a rather large decision to make this week.  A decision that is weighing on my mind and heart.  But, my 4 legged therapist has given me some sage advice.  Remember to breathe and trust where the flow guides me...