Spike + afternoon yoga = Giggle Yoga

So Spike and I were enjoying a lovely, lazy Sunday afternoon. I'd been reading Love in the Time of Cholera, which I was quickly falling in love with and Spike had been laying peacefully in my lap. About 45 minutes before Andy should be getting off work, I said to myself "wouldn't some afternoon yoga be nice before I finish making dinner?" I've been doing Gaiam's AM/PM Yoga for ten years now and have, for years, avoided the afternoon yoga portion, because I find it much more demanding than the morning routine. So, just the fact that I was willing to put in the afternoon DVD was strange. Who knew what would come next...

Typically I do yoga in the mornings, when the rest of my household is fast asleep. In the mornings when Spike would rise with me, I learned quickly that if I wanted to do morning yoga, I'd have to put him back in the bedroom because he was always instantly attracted to my yoga mat. The second I roll it out, he's laying on it, as if pulled to its center by the cosmos. This afternoon was no exception. As I sat, cross legged, with my palms together in the center of my chest, centering myself for the yoga practice, I felt my chest opening up and opened my eyes just the slightest to see Spike's face inches from my own, with his toy in my lap. The first giggle. Followed by "No, Spike. This is not play time." As I moved into downward facing dog, I looked to my left to see another downward facing dog (Spike's favorite yogi pose). The second giggle. As I moved into gate pose, I straddled Spike with my left leg, as he's decided that the left two-thirds of my mat was the perfect place to take a break. Another giggle. While in triangle pose, feeling my back open up and saying to myself "man, it's been a while..." I looked down to see Spike wiggling into the center of my mat, on his back, so that my hands were in the perfect place to give him a quick belly rub. The giggling continued. As I laid on my back, arms to my sides, legs crossed, listening to the instructor say "these next poses will usher you into deep relaxation" I opened my eyes after feeling Spike's paw on my chest, and then saw Spike, again, inches from my face with his toy on my chest. As I'm supposed to be relaxing, I had to quickly shield myself from Spike's maniacal toy tirade, as he shook his toy side to side ferociously. All I could do was giggle. Finally, as I straightened my legs and felt what the instructor considered the deepest relaxation of the practice, Spike settled down and curled up right between my relaxed arm and torso. After yet another giggle, I asked him "so now you're relaxed?!"

I thank God for Spike, because he's a tool for teaching me patience. And if I ever had the mind to set up a video camera during yoga with Spike, I'd thank Spike and God for giving me a scenario that was sure to win thousands of dollars of America's Funniest Home Videos.