Monday night is yoga night, and I really look forward to our weekly class. Many, if not most, of the class participants have had or are having some sort of medical or health issue. Some have had joint replacement or other surgery, several are cancer survivors who have had or, in my case, are currently having, chemotherapy, and quite a few of us are in our golden years or beyond. It's doubtful that any of us will be doing headstands, complex lotus poses or one-legged cranes, but Jilda, our wonderful instructor, encourages us to do what we can. And in fact, we do very well with lunges and planks and as mountains, chairs, warriors and trees, although I will admit that my tree tends to sway in the wind quite a bit, and since I do chair yoga, have steered clear of planks. I do enjoy the class and feel both energized and calm afterwards.
Agatha and Victoria are always overexcited when we get home, particularly when we come in, as we did tonight, with aromatic food from the neighborhood Mexican Grill. Agatha was leaping about begging for some of my spinach cheese enchilada while Victoria was more low key, sitting under the table and whining as though she hadn't been fed in ages, when in fact, she had eaten shortly before we left for class and could, given her current pudginess, stand to miss a meal or two.
Tonight, I decided to try a new technique on Agatha. I told her, in my calmest, most soothing yoga voice to "just breathe and let your muscles soften and relax. Let go of your tension and with each breath feel yourself becoming calmer." Wonder of wonder, she was so surprised that she sat down, perked up her ears, cocked her head and looked at me as though I'd lost my marbles. But she was no longer begging noisily for food. I told Mr. G that maybe we were onto something and should start a yoga class for dogs. Then I discovered that this isn't a new idea at all- there actually is such a thing as dog yoga- or doga! There are books about doga and doga calendars like these that I found on amazon.com: