Maxine: [facebook_like_button]
Every night I flop down on Mom’s pillow. Since it is not big enough for me and for her head at the same time, she says, “Move, Maxine.” I do not move. She picks me up and sits me in the place where she keeps her feet while she sleeps. Just as she turns to lay down again, I scoot right back to the pillow. Since I am faster than her, I win. That is when she calls me her sweet rascal and pats my backside, which happens right before she moves me beside her. I do not stay there. I walk back to the pillow wagging my tail, climb across her face, give her nose a quick lick, then walk down the other side of her and fling myself against her back where I stay all dark time with my eyes asleep and my ears awake just in case I have to protect her should I hear a night noise—unless the night noise is me snoring.
Her point! “The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh
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