lovingkindness

Love Thyself as Thine Own Dog's Breath

I must confess, I love my dog's breath. Is that weird? Probably. But I can’t help it. I’ve been there for every shift in it’s bouquet: pure puppy perfume to strong salmony sweetness to the occasional dastardly deathy dankness. Even the most foul of the foul makes me feel warm and fuzzy. As Fat Bastard once said, “Everybody loves their own brand, don’t they?”

It boils down to love, of course, which is the strongest kind of yoga...