So dad likes to do some strange movements. He even has a name for it (but you know those guys, they name EVERYTHING), anyway, he calls it Yoga.
We thought he was saying yogi, like the bear and it made more sense to us.
He has a long blankie that he uses when he does this stuff, and it’s a bright and pretty color. It seems he’d rather I didn’t lay on it, but it’s awfully tempting.
As you can see, he is even praying for me to stop. But I couldn’t help but notice the little smile on his face when he looked at me. So I’m thinking that he doesn’t mind all that much.
I’m interviewing for the job of a spotter----how do you think I did?
Anyway, if you need anyone to help you do “down dog” just give me a call.
Love, the yogi,
Annie
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