When my dog chews a bone, she chews it with so much gusto, I wonder, why?
What is it about this solid form that entertains her so much, and stops her chewing my trousers, my shoes, my sofa, fluff from under the sofa, my boots, my coat, the cat, her bed, my bed, me?
She travels along the floor as she inadvertently pushes it away with the force of her chewing. She slowly travels in a zigzag line across the carpet. She is so focussed on putting things in her mouth to chew. That’s all she is doing.
Chewing.
Chewing.
Chewing.
Dogs have mindfulness sussed, I think.
