Otherwise known as, “Chan couldn’t think of a title for this post.” Unique titles are hard to come by some days.
Today’s a special day! It’s Miss Sue’s birthday! She’s the dog-ma over at The Portuguese Water Blog, and while they’ve had a really trying year or more, there are three dogs celebrating with her for the first time, and we know that has to bring her joy. Gg and Sis are hoping maybe Sydney will pass along fur-girl licks and love for them.
Gg’s modeling a pretty frock Miss Sue made and sent to her this summer. It’s a very soft yarn, so it will be put in regular rotation after Gg’s stitches come out tomorrow. It’s pretty cold and windy here right now, and that shaved/bare skin and a drastically lowered activity level have Gg VERY temperature-sensitive right now.
Thanks to once again basically blogless Susan, I also scored three onesies for the wee one to wear once the stitches are out. We tried one earlier, but the gentle pressure on the stitches made her uncomfortable. They’ll protect the tender skin/incision as her activity level increases again. In case you’re wondering, Gg wears 3-6 mos., and I can even snap the bottom closed around her little nubby tail. Yes, there will be photos once I know she isn’t uncomfortable in it.
I’ve been doing a LOT of yoga the past 10 days or so. It’s been too cold or wet to take Sissy out most days, but Gg also gets REALLY upset when we leave her behind, so… yoga it is. Through Pinterest, I ran across a new (to me) yoga book for the novice, The Women’s Health Big Book of Yoga. Yes, I bought the Kindle version. I figure this way, no matter where I am, I can look up a pose, routine, whatever. I frequently use my laptop for new yoga or fitness routines anyway, so I figure it can’t be THAT much different.
I’m hardly a yoga purist. It’s centuries old stretching through strength training with a focus on breathing, as far as I’m concerned. I do find I enjoy my yoga workout more if I haven’t had anything to eat or drink too soon before I start, but that’s true for me for any exercising. A sloshy belly isn’t happy hiking or running either.
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