No, Theo isn’t some sort of God I meditate to, he’s actually a one year old 75 pound golden doodle I’m baby sitting for my kids.As I begin to relax in my overstuffed chair in front of a roaring fire, my exhaled breath becomes louder with the typical aaaaaaah. Theo immediately needs to know, “what is that?”He bounds up on the ottoman in front of me and stares in to my face. My eyes are closed but I can feel his breath. He cocks his head from side to side wondering if I’m dying or if this is a new game. Theo decides that “aaaaah” means,” lick your face.
“I respond, “Theo down.”Theo quickly tires of the boring guy just sitting there and bounds off to find more fun elsewhere.Aaaaaah, I can relax. Nope! Theo is back with a squeaky toy.”squeaky, squeaky, squeaky.
“Theo down. Stop licking my face, please.”
And he’s off again.”Aaaaaaaah.” Starting to relax again. That’s when I hear the trash can lid mysteriously open by it’s self?
“THEO,” I yell as I’m running to the kitchen to intercept an inevitable mess.
“Go lay down.”I’m back in my chair. Quiet again. I hear Theo join me but he decides to take a break as well and simply lay down while keeping a protective eye out the window.
“Aaaaaaaaah.” Peace at last. Quiet solitude engulfing my soul.”SQUIRREL!”, Theo screams as he throws his entire 75 pounds at the glass door.
Maybe I’ll meditate tomorrow instead.