Dog Belly's

Is there anything softer than a dog belly? Well, perhaps a newborn's belly. But either one are sights to behold.



In our race with life, we forget to savor the soft warm touch of a tender belly. We have tender hearts, and tender feet. We fuss about jelly bellies, muffin tops and anything less than 6 pack ab's. Whoop-to-do, la-di-da and big flippin deal.



As I work at the computer I pause to observe Kobe and Hank snoozing away. Hank's belly is very pink and spotted. He has the most gnarly nipples in the world. I kid you not. Kobe's belly is more white, and his nipples are nothing to write home to Mom about, but way less nasty than Hank's.



Either way there is an innocence in their exposed belly. The rhythym of their breathing, the soft snoring, the total relaxation, the ocassional twitching of paws. They are at rest. Their rest promotes my rest.



One old dog, one young dog, one envious observer. They met their day with enthusiasm. And they rest with equal abandon. It just doesn't get any better than dog belly's and gentle snoring.