(No, I'm not examining my own feces for a health exam.)
What do you think when you see dog poop on the sidewalk?
I used to think, "Eewww, gross!" I mean, afer all, dog poop is feces -- smelly, dirty feces.
Or maybe I'd think indignantly, "What an inconsiderate dog owner, not to clean up after his (or her) dog!"
But the other day, when I was out for my daily walk, and came upon dog poop on the sidewalk, I thought, "Aaawwww, a living, breathing dog left that. It's so great that we have four-footed companions!" I didn't try to think this, it's just what came up.
So I know something in me has shifted.
How do you know when something has shifted? What has shifted for you recently?
What do you think when you see dog poop on the sidewalk?
I used to think, "Eewww, gross!" I mean, afer all, dog poop is feces -- smelly, dirty feces.
Or maybe I'd think indignantly, "What an inconsiderate dog owner, not to clean up after his (or her) dog!"
But the other day, when I was out for my daily walk, and came upon dog poop on the sidewalk, I thought, "Aaawwww, a living, breathing dog left that. It's so great that we have four-footed companions!" I didn't try to think this, it's just what came up.
So I know something in me has shifted.
How do you know when something has shifted? What has shifted for you recently?
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