Warning: Heavy handed anthropomorphize'ing ahead. Once upon a time we had a bullmastiff named Hercules (spill out some kibble for our fallen homie). Hercules was a gentle giant in the vein of my beloved Ferdinand the Bull. He looked ferocious, but was great with kids, didn't require much exercise, and loved him some good trash television. Herc was also an anxious dog. He was so ... Continue Reading
OM yoga teacher training!
The universe whispers us messages and, when we dont listen, they get louder till we do. Ive googled searched high and low and cannot find who said the quote above. It isnt original to me (was it OPRAH?!)---but I *am* living it. Allow me to explain. The Tornado did not earn her nickname because she was docile & mellow. In fact, at night when she wouldnt slumber, Id often watch ... Continue Reading
How do you lick your forearms?
Once upon a time we had a bullmastiff named Hercules (may he rest in peace/spill out some doggie chow for our fallen homie). Hercules was an anxious dog. So frazzle-ridden in fact, we nicknamed him Flinchy because of his tendency to (waitforit) flinch at the slightest noise or merest of changes in his surroundings. Flinchy Hercules, however, possessed a habit which quickly caught our ... Continue Reading