In the last year or so, I have been discovering the joys of yoga - a surprisingly effective workout that makes me feel flexible(ish), relaxed and nicely stretched out.
Another fan of yoga is Dooley.
...and by fan, I mean a fan of of laying on my yoga mat and helping me.
...and by helping me, I mean thwarting every pose by laying on top of me or crawling underneath me.
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| "You don't need to see the video, I'll demonstrate." |
Many of you may be familiar with the ‘hip new trend’ - “doga.” No one I know practices this, of course, but word on the street is that many folks love it.
Doga is the practice of yoga with one's dog. You pose them, integrate them into your practice, and so on. The videos you find, such as the above, feature people bending their dogs as if they were furry yogis, naturally skilled via innate canine zen.
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In my case, Dooley likes to give me a crazy look before squeaking away on a toy in my ear or squirming up to my face and belching on me.
This particular video sums my experience pretty splendidly.
If I am going to continue living in Los Angeles, Dooley and I had better get our act in gear. As it stands, I am pretty sure we would get thrown out of a lululemon on sight.
Has anyone tried one of the professional doga classes? If so, was it helpful or a comical farse?
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| "OK, that's enough. I'm tired." |