Inspired by the Kobo & Jeffrey Archer “Want your 100 Words” contest…
I noticed the blood on the wall, as soon as I walked back into the room.
How was I going to explain this one?
I opened the window to let in some fresh air and give myself time to think. There was too much evidence to hide. The blunt, shiny, handheld instrument. The signs of struggle. The sad eyes from the body that lay still and unmoving on the bed. My husband would be here any minute.
From that moment onwards, I promised myself that I would never trim my dog’s nails at home again.
Just turned 100…my 100th blog post, that is! Can’t believe that I’ve been able to keep at this blogging thing for more than two years now.
Off to pursue another adventure, I pulled my car up to the US Customs booth.
“Where are you going?”, the officer asked.
Today’s the official launch date of the book “Animal Companions, Animal Doctors, Animal People“. It’s to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the Ontario Veterinary College, my alma mater. And I’m proud to say that I wrote one of the essays in the book! My contribution is called “Yoga Lessons from My Dog”.
The anthology is available for order on Amazon and at independent bookstores like the “Bookshelf“, where they’re holding the book reading tonight.
Hope that you get a chance to read the book! (Would make a great Father’s Day gift for your animal-loving Dad…I know that’s what I’m gonna do.)
Third time’s the charm, so they say.
It was late April and I was off to attend the last week of my veterinary acupuncture course in Toronto. And finally, I had a successful round trip train ride. Yeah!
I am not a morning person. I don’t wake up bright and shiny and ready to go. Coffee doesn’t help.
When I as a little girl, I spent hours colouring in my dog sticker book. I was obsessed. I think it was part of my early foundation in veterinary medicine. Nowadays, wherever I go, I enjoy playing the game “identify the breed of dog”.
I really do like taking the train. Seems that the train just doesn’t want me to get on board.
I completed week two of my veterinary acupuncture course (more to come on that in another post) in early December. During week 1, I offered to teach a 30 minute Gentle Flow yoga class to any of the forty or so veterinarians participating. I knew that I needed to move around before settling into a whole day of learning and hoped some would feel the same. Nine hours of combined sitting and standing can wear a body out. The group fluctuated between 6-8 regulars, so I kept the classes going the next time we were in training. No commitments. Didn’t matter if they’d done yoga before or not.
I’ve had several “yoga firsts” from this experience.
My worlds are colliding.
Family. Friends. Work. Yoga. I have a tendency to keep these parts of my life separate, in that they don’t seem to mingle much. For some reason, I don’t tend to mix them all together into one big jumble. I’m not opposed to it. Maybe it’s happened because I’m a little introverted and prefer to keep certain things to myself.