I try to do yoga every morning, and these days it has turned into quiet time with Dinah. When I first started, toward the end of my time in New Mexico, I still had all three dogs. Even though I wanted them to hang out during yoga time, that proved an impossibility. I don't know if you've ever tried to lay on the floor when dogs are in the room, but they lose their shit. "Oh my Gawd, she's on the floor! Let's go put our snoots in her face!" Of course, this never happened when I wanted to sleep on the floor with them -- they'd trot off to their respective beds. But if I got on the floor with any sense of purpose (crunches, yoga), it was like feeding time at the koi pond.
As serene as that sounds, my mind usually ends up in the land of wiener dog races, and I can't help but laugh. You know how dogs get feisty sometimes and then sprint on an invented loop in the house for what seems like no reason? Well, when Dinah did it, she'd hunker her rear end down like a motorboat.
One day I came home from work when she and Rocky were in mid-chase. Dinah came flying out of the hallway with the crazy-eye and her tongue flying, with Rocky right on her tail. As they crossed the living room, I thought they would turn around in front of the coffee table. BUT NO! Dinah leaped onto the table, over the bottom cushions of the couch, and then -- turning her body in mid-air -- banked off the back cushions and ran back from whence she came! EGADS! And Rocky, being more potato-y than Dinah, followed suit only without the acrobatics -- his paws clobbered every. single. surface.
Suddenly, the claw marks on the coffee table made sense, and the mystery of how stacks of student papers ended up strewn all over the living room was solved. OH MY GAWD, those dogs were so damn funny together. They didn't do this very often when I was home -- I certainly never saw the ninja couch turn -- but they obviously spent a lot of their time alone entertaining themselves this way. I miss them all!