Small Stone: Two Boys
In the living room, where there are two couches, two dog beds, a chair, and no humans, you two boys cuddle together at one end of one couch. When I first find you there, you (Sam) have tucked yourself as tightly as you can fit against Dexter, your head resting on his back. Your chins are both so white, Dexter’s because of age and yours because it’s a typical marking of your breed mix.
Dexter was pretty happy as an only dog for those four months before you came, at least for the part after he’d recovered from Obi’s loss, but I know he’s happier with you around–even when you steal his toys or crowd him when it’s treat time or push him out of the way to get attention from the humans. The two of you give each other something we can’t, understand each other in a way I’ll never be able to, even though I am also pretty good at cuddling in a pile on the couch.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 
We too have a dog bed in every room and two dogs who love each other and also like the company of us ‘hairless ones’. What a great life we have with dogs.
Yes, yes we do!
A beautiful stone. Interestingly, I was having a similar thought yesterday as I was standing a the sink washing dishes. It is indeed a gift that is not to be squandered or unappreciated, to have abundant water flowing when so many others struggle to find clean water, traveling great distances to care for their families.
I know, Laura. It’s easy (no walking for miles, carrying a heavy jug on our head) and it’s clean (we don’t risk illness or even death just to have a drink of water). It’s such a simple need, and there are so many who have to struggle with it. Sometimes I feel like all I can do is be grateful, appreciate my luck.