Dexter views my morning meditation as the perfect opportunity for dog petting. He stands in front of my cushion, wagging his tail with longing in his eyes. At first, I give in, let him interrupt me. He lowers his head, moving forward and down, pushing into my leg. I massage his neck and then move to his shoulders. After a few minutes, I stop and return my focus to my breath. Dexter pushes his cold, wet nose into my hand, his breath warming my palm. My awareness moves between his breath and mine, contemplating form, attachment, and love.