For those of you tracking the progress of my napping meditations, I thought I'd add another photo. I find that traffic provides a perfect time for contemplative activities. With the notorious Boston traffic jams, what else is a therapy dog to do? With no fingers I can't offer up any sign language to those in cars around me. I tried honking the horn but Jason doesn't find it very safe for me to sit in his lap.
It's a good think I got my meditation in yesterday morning. When we left the office at 7pm I had some of my own work to do. I got to have my twice weekly visit with Jerry. I also put my paws up on the edge of the steps leading to the Harvard Square T Station. A woman spotted me and zoomed up the steps to come visit with me. I think she was feeling particularly lonely. My wagging tail was just what she needed (I'm not even making that up--she said it!).