Whippet Good

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There was a wiggle worm in my bed this morning who woke me up early with a kidney kick, and a tickly crop of curls rubbing my face. Since sleeping was not so much an option anymore, I decided to get in some early yoga at dark-thirty o’clock. I’m still trying to get my back into a more functional state, so trooped downstairs with a yoga mat, DVD, and two excited, helpful dogs.

Having soft, furry whippets rolling around on top of me licking my face while I’m in prone positions is not so helpful really.



Both dogs do whippet yoga every morning after unrolling themselves from the compact balls in which they snooze. Elaborate morning stretching routines limber up their flexible spine and each leg before they trot downstairs to start the day. Yet, they lack any sort of respect for my own yoga routine and see it as an opportunity to get really ridiculous on my mat. This may be a commentary on how they think I look grunting and wheezing my way through a yoga tape...

While it didn't help with the actual stretching, the ecstatic love and silliness did alleviate my eye twitch problem (did I mention I'm having an issue with my right eye twitching - stress, it will either kill you or make you look really idiotic, one of those). Pup love and laughter is even better at stress reduction than slow breathing, who knew?

Once I’d convinced them that I really didn't need two dogs ON the yoga mat with me, they stretched out nearby and kept me company – perfect way to start the day.
My buddies - this is why all the extra work and trouble of having two dogs is worth it

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