Yoga Dog

My work-out routine consists of jogging (barefoot on a yoga mat in my livingroom), then crunches etc, then a little yoga. I finish by laying on my back on the floor with my palms open to the ceiling, which is supposed to mean I am prepared for what the universe has to give me that day. On most days, the universe sends me a puppy to lick my hands and feet- a sweaty-Sara buffet.

Lately, however, the story is different.

Normally he stays away until I am done moving around, an ideal target, and starts with the vigorous licking. The last two times, however, he has instead joined me in my dormant state and then, after a respectable time, started the licking.

Does this mean my dog does yoga?

They were playing Everything but the Girl on the radio this evening. I miss you like the deserts miss the rain. Strange words for a song you can rave to...

Oh, and Happy Birthday Matty! You are the greatest kid brother a middle sister could ever hope to torment.