Yesterday I focused on my breath. Got a anatomy book out and located my lungs.
Then I forgot my focus, as usual. But once or twice caught it and was surprised as an old dog might be by the successful catch of a squirrel. Got it by the tail, Master! Look, here it is, my breath, hanging upside down in my teeth! Master! Look! Woof!
Woof! was the sound of my breath leaving my body. Gone. On to the next doggish task.
Gnawing on things. Licking. Barking at things.