You hear it all the time; get more exercise in by walking your dog. It’s supposed to be a win-win situation. The dog benefits by getting needed exercise, stays slimmer and burns off energy. You are moving more working your muscles and getting your heart rate up also staying slimmer and wears you out. Of course we all know how well my walks with dogs go in the morning. My heart rate definitely raises and I work lots of muscles, upper body and locked legs doing the “no, no, no” extensions when confronted with wildlife.
Yesterday in a further attempt to get back in shape after three surgeries in a twelve month period, I decided to start doing Yoga at home. I loaded the Yoga DVD in the DVD player, pushed the coffee table out of the way, unrolled my yoga mat and sat down for the opening breathing exercises. I was immediately face to face with Charlie who wanted to help me by sticking his nose right in my face to make sure I was breathing correctly. I pushed him away but he pushed right back and got even closer. He was determined to help me breathe. I tried to ignore him and stood up to move to the next series of moves. I dropped to plank and Charlie dropped down right next to me too. I sank into cobra pose and Charlie scooted closer. I moved into downward dog and Charlie rolled over onto his back right underneath me and whacked my face with his paw in an attempt to get me to pet him.
This was turning into more effort to avoid him than in doing the yoga moves. Cat/cow was equally a challenge because now Orso had decided that watching Charlie annoy me to distraction looked like lots of fun and jumped off the bed to come and join in helping me exercise. As I arched my back for cow and looked up I got a great big wet slobbery kiss from Orso right in the face. Yuck! That almost caused me to drop on the floor and squish Charlie who was still underneath me being a huge pain in my backside. I pushed Orso aside, tried to move into child’s pose and ended up putting my knees on Charlie’s tail. It did not make him happy. He jumped up causing me to jerk and lose my balance falling over into the coffee table, cracking my elbow on the table’s edge.
That definitely got my heart rate up.
We disturbed a very large bird from its’ perch on top of a power line.
I didn’t get a good look at before it flew off, but it was big.
Charlie was busy hunting in a dead cattail marsh.
The creeks are still very low. Pretty but we need more rain.
Orso coudn’t get enough running around.
It was a beautiful morning just after sunshine. The dogs didn’t
stop running the whole time. They had so much fun, they didn’t really
even mind getting a bath when we got home.
Now I have tired happy and clean babies.
A great start for an early Spring Sunday morning.
These photos were taken with my Canon using a 55-250mm lens.
Swimming was a huge success as usual. The day was beautiful, clear skies, warm around 85° a bit windy though, which kept us from baking. AJ couldn’t wait to jump off the dock and will jump into the water, retrieve the drop, swim back and race to the end of the dock to do this over and over until he is totally exhausted. Happy and wiped out. Charlie won’t jump off the dock but wades out until he can’t touch anymore then gingerly steps out and starts tentatively swimming until he remembers, oh yeah, I can do this. He’ll retrieve the drop only if no other dog is close to him in the water. Strange dog, I know. Orso will get in the water, paddle around to cool off then stand on the end of the dock wistfully watching the boats go by hoping someone will come take him for a ride. He’s a gentlemen’s dog wishing for the good life.
Our friends dogs, Murphy a large German Shepherd, loves to swim just for the sake of swimming. He will paddle around in circles, back and forth enjoying the moment, just being in the water. Stella, a Belgian Malinois Chow mix loves jumping off the dock to retrieve a pink Frisbee. She’s also good at retrieving the wayward drop or Frisbee that one of the other dogs gives up on. We’ll just point at or throw a rock out where we want her to go and she’ll jump off and go get it just like a champ.
The afternoon is not just swimming though. Oh no, in between the dock diving and swimming, there is tag, keep away and MMA Style wrestling. Charlie is the usual instigator of keep away, he’ll come out of the water with a drop in tow and take off running begging everyone to give chase. Tail tucked, butt down and head up jinxing and jagging running around like a lunatic with three other dogs giving their best effort to run him down. If one of the other dogs catches up with him, then the chest bumping and neck chewing begins. Orso is the usual recipient of the neck chewing. A rousing game a tag follows neck chewing, Orso runs away and the other try to tag him and drag him down. Finally a cooling dip in the water rejuvenates the gang of hooligans. This is repeated about three or four times before the dogs are finally spent and ready to walk back home for a bath and dinner. Frosty pumpkin pops for dessert. Life doesn’t get much better than this. I wish my life was as simple.
Memorial Day Weekend here we come!
AJ practicing for the upcoming weekend fun.
Charlie takes a turn at retrieving the drop
Orso would rather go on a boat ride.
I was out walking last night and observed three tuffs walking down the road. Each had a cocky air, heads up looking mean, keeping watchful eyes out for any trouble. Their steely gaze traveled back and forth striking fear in the hearts of all whose paths they crossed. Their chests were puffed up and out trying to appear larger and meaner. Their gait was slow and purposeful, each step placed ready to spring into action toward any perceived threat. The way they walked down the road reminded me of the old westerns with the gunslingers walking down the main street, cowboy hats pulled low shading the face and eyes, guns slung low on the hip, ready to be pulled and fired.
I walked along going the same direction as the three thugs wondering if I might end up as a victim of an attack or just part of the collateral damage if one or all three decided to confront some impending threat.
What was worse, the trio knew together they were intimidating, individually not that tough, but all together, the three dogs looked downright scary. I would have been terrified if I had been a squirrel.
When I was supposed to be concentrating on my breathing and clearing my thoughts in yoga class, I started thinking about my performance or lack there of, at my last Zumba class. I was thinking about Zumba class partially because it was on my mind and partially because I don’t dare totally relax in the breathing exercise for fear of falling asleep. Mitch swears that I snore and even though I know I don’t snore, God forbid some fluke accident and I did maybe snore, I would be mortified. And that would be the end of yoga. Yoga classes twice a week and Zumba class once a week are my most recent attempt to get back in some semblance of shape. I really love yoga class and the way I feel since starting the class last summer. I can do a tripod again, something I hadn’t been able to do for decades. I can’t remember the yoga name for it, but we called it a tripod in school. A tripod is where you are on your hands and knees. You lower your head to the mat between your hands, with your arms bent at a right angle, then bring your knees up and place them on your bent arms and balance yourself on your head and hands. When you get really good, you can move up to a headstand, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon. Since I’ve had such great success doing yoga, I figured I’d branch out and take more challenging classes, like Zumba. Yeah right.
I’ve had two classes so far, the first with two other women and the second was just me alone with the instructor. I really like my instructor. She is the sweetest person. Young in shape and she says positive things to me. I stood behind her off to the side so that I could watch her and myself in the mirror. Big mistake! I should have just watched her and not me. Her moves were fluid and in perfect rhythm to the music, while I was stiff, graceless and behind on every move. She would signal the upcoming move but half the time I was going the wrong direction, doing the move backwards, sideways or not at all. Basically I suck at Zumba. Maybe I was wearing the wrong clothes. A baggy t-shirt and sweats are not especially sexy or hot looking when trying to dance to sultry Latin tunes. Even the creepy old guy that came to gawk in the doorway took one look at me and ran screaming into the street.
Halfway through the class, as I was sucking air, sweating like a racehorse and becoming even more wooden in my moves, it dawned on me, maybe I should take up kickboxing. I don’t have to be able to sway my hips in a sexy manner when doing a roundhouse kick. I think I can do tough, because fluid and rhythm are definitely not in my body’s vocabulary.