There are some days when taking Simon for a walk irritates the living h*ll out of me.
It's too cold. It's too wet. It's too late. I'm too busy.....
And then when I'm actually out in the neighborhood walking along the quiet side streets and listening to the rhythm of Simon's breath, I am happy that he has forced me out into the crisp air. I start to listen to the rhythm of my own breath and become aware of the rhythm of my feet.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Inhale. Exhale. Left. Right. Left. Right. Inhale. Exhale.
It's actually quite calming. I look down at Simon who always smiles up at me as if to say, "See Mom, walks are the bomb."
It's hard to admit it - but the dog has got a point.