you win some, you lose some

I scrounged up this picture of Tucker, circa 2005, in a dusty old album on my work computer. . . wearing a sweater my mom gave me for Christmas one year because she thought it had ME "written all over it".  Yikes! 

Sorry Mom (and Tucker).

resolve

He sits there in the corner. Watching me as I rush by, getting kids fed and dressed and taxiing them to their various daily destinations. He never complains, only patiently waits for my attention. Sometimes days, or even a week go by, without me bothering to do stop, even for a minute, to make room in my life for him. Because he knows that I will come back and when I do, with the utmost attention and fondness. So he waits, quietly, peacefully.   I pulled this bit from an article in Elephant Journal.  It inspired 2 shiny, new resolutions....

1. Sadly this article reminded me of my dog, though the author was addressing her yoga mat.  My sweet 7 year old Boxer gets the love, attention, and basic necessities required from any competent dog owner.  But I won't pretend that he gets the same amount of activity that he did in days when it was just the two of us.  So I resolve to take him for a walk - a real, all the way around the neighborhood, exhausted and panting on the floor afterwards, walk no matter what the weather - atleast once a week.
2. My yoga mat hasn't been waiting patiently for a few days or even a few weeks.  More like months.  Months that seem like decades in a body that feels worn and flabby.  So I also resolve to attend one yoga (or pilates) class each week.  As a little thank you to my body for time well served and a bonus to my mind for working so hard. 

Because you can't go wrong with dogs and yoga.  Right?  Right!