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DVD, Check! Yoga Mat, Check! Dog, Check!

Working out at home was always a challenge when we were in Manila.  It wasn’t the weather although summer heat can trick you into thinking that you’re already sweating anyway and maybe already melting off every last tidbit of that heavenly meal (dessert is the highlight of my meals so you know what I mean).  It wasn’t the boredom of having the same workout either because I made sure I had a variety of them.  It was really just Maggie.

I can do all kinds of work around the house and in the room and Maggie would either ignore me or keep a close eye on what I’m doing if seemed interesting enough.  But the moment I rolled out the yoga mat, she just had to lay claim to it.  I’m sure if the Dog Whisperer guy were around, he’d say it’s because I wasn’t treating Maggie like the dog that she is.  True.  I’m not the alpha human in the house.

However, I’ve managed to do yoga with her on the mat quite successfully.  In fact, it helped me to focus more because I didn’t want to end up with a squashed jug.  The only really bothersome bit was every single time I did a down dog, she just had to crawl up underneath and lick my face!  For the record, she’d do the same thing to my husband when he was doing planks or pushups.  Must be the salt in the sweat.

Oh, and she also knew that when the video stopped, workout was over and she’d leave me and the mat alone.


The Mommy-Child Connection

This entry should have made its way to my original blog ( but as usual, I’m behind with the illustrations on this blog so it just wound up here.

The illustration is meant to go with a poem written by a friend.  I prefer not to give the history behind all of that.  Suffice it to say that this particular illustration is just the first of what later on will be a collaged piece.  The poem itself speaks of a mother’s ties with her child.

Which, when I think about it now, is probably  timely considering my youngest will be going off to college in the fall and I have not yet wrapped my head around the fact that  he won’t be coming home everyday as he would have if we were in Manila, that apart from missing his brother I will now have to deal with missing him as well, that I will have to add yet another item in my nag-the-Lord list, and that I will be holding on to another line that I wish I could yank whenever I’m afraid he will do something stupid.  Well, ready or not, I will have to content myself with the fact that he knows the line exists and that he can use it to find his way back when he needs to and more importantly, that he knows I’ll always be at the other end.