I was in a yoga class this week and the teacher said something that stuck with me:
We come into this room to learn how to be comfortable in uncomfortable situations.
Probably makes more sense if you know that it was a hot yoga class, but I think it applies to most yoga, and many other things as well. All of those things that we do to try to be better . . . “us’s” when the easy way out just won’t cut it.
Yeah, that punctuation is intentional.
Here are some more pictures from a cemetery trek with Team Puggle. Enjoy.
If they had business cards, that’s what would be printed on them.
What? Yes, I know dogs don’t have business cards. In no small part because they have no thumbs. But I’m thinking about getting them little tags for their collars because they’re so, so smart.
What? No, I don’t believe for a second that we’re the only family who gave their dogs middle names.
Not only are my dogs smart, they are terribly aware. Observe:
We’re puggles. We’re so smart. Hey, look! Grass!
No, we don’t need to look the other way. What could possibly be in the other direction? We’re puggle geniuses.
Nothing gets by us! We’re geniuses! Did I mention we’re puggles?
Below is the deer’s reaction to me taking pictures. My dogs actually did not notice the deer until after they stood up.
Then Casey lunged, and the deer bolted. Mama went one way, babies went the other way.
I say babies, but they’re practically grown. They were babies last year and we would see them in this part of the cemetery while we were walking the dogs. The dogs didn’t see the deer then, either.
Now the babies are losing their fawnliness.
Yep, any day now these fawns will realize that they’re full grown. That they probably should get full-time jobs; maybe go to summer school.
They’ll realize how awesome it would be if they started cleaning the kitchen without being asked and stopped leaving their shoes in a death trap pile at the bottom of the stairs so their stepmama deer doesn’t break her damn neck.