HAPPY BURPDAY GRAN-NE!

Guess who is having a BURPDAY!??!? It is our GRAN-NE! That's her on the left. She's with Gramps and their first dogs BAD and WORSE. She has always been a good friend to dogs so we wanted to make a post just for her! Plus, what would her birthday be without greetings from her favorite furry grandchildren? Our GranNE is a connesieur of many things including being an expert yogatician. Here she is showing her mad balancing skills last summer when she visited us and forgave OBST for being a jerk at first.

We did a good job supervising! (Look, Wally is helping!)

I am ready for you to come visit and lead a Doga class. I am already quite good at Dead Bug and the Corpse Pose as you can see!

Our GranNE is also a MASTER GARDENER! Here is her Toad Lily! (We didn't even know toads grew on bushes!)

We know our GranNE loves hostas so here I am picking one for her! Oh I am so sweet.

She also enjoys occasionally sampling Belgian Ales such as these!

And here is a beautiful Belgian Shepherd!

And here is Otis's Drunken Hippo face!

Have a FANTASTIC burpday GranNE! We hope you have the wonderful burpday you deserve, even if you can't be with us.

ETA! We forgot your musical accompaniment!

How to Do Doga

My GranNE has been visiting and while she may claim she came for the sights and sounds of Philly the truth is that she came for invaluable training in Doga.

We are masters of zen.

And stretching.
And balance.
We will be hosting further workshops soon. OMMMMMMMMM.

Do-gaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The NYT is covering a trend I have long been hip to--DOGA! The article is entitled "Bonding with their Downward Facing Humans." I prefer to do my doga in the out of doors. There I am doing Doga at Dawn.

And here I am meditating:

Catch up with the corgador, NYT "Style" section!

Harshin' my Vibe

Some of you may not know that I am an avid practitioner of Doga. I am quite good at meditation (with additional tongue contortion).


I stretch out.


And then scrunch up! (Granny with an N for Nebraska calls this cow/cat pose but I refuse to admit that I do a cat pose).


My sissy lacks my zenlike calm.


And she is totally a bad influence on me. Why, this week alone she has 1) peed on the couch (and she's not even allowed on the couch!) 2) stolen a box of biscuits from the table and munched on them 3) stolen jerky from the table and eaten it.


I feel like Ponyboy in the Outsiders, a basically good kid who is hanging with a tough crowd. See Sissy trying to convince me to join in some sort of nefarious plot?


This is the face of a dog trying to stand up to a great deal of peer pressure from a Bad Seed.