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Waylon is patiently trying to teach Daisy the pulling game. He brings toys and dangles them in front of her, waiting for her to latch on and engage in a tug of war. She is still easily distracted, though — she’ll play for a few moments, then run off to something else. His patience will pay off eventually. I stepped in and played for a bit, but already he prefers playing the game with another dog.

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Waylon makes crazed runs through the backyard — he revs up just outside the sliding glass door in a patch of grass, then speeds across the back yard into the gravel area. There’s a corner with a block wall (where I always worry he’s going to crash) and then an obstacle course of palm tree, creosote bush, sage bush, mesquite tree. Daisy checked out the course last night, climbing up onto the high pile of gravel in the corner, where Waylon’s mad dashes have created a banked turn. This morning she ran after him, floppy and waddling as he tore around the loop. Her running made him even more crazy, so at 5 AM, I was chasing wild dogs through the backyard, trying to at least stay close to her so he wouldn’t bowl her over.

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Daisy woke from her yoga crate nap at setu bandhasana. Uh oh, I was afraid I’d have to bail to take her outside. But she just sat there contentedly. The Cop woke up and took both of the dogs outside as I started backbends. Nice.

Closing poses, I’m in halasana. Daisy waddles over from the kitchen, where she’s just had some water, sits herself next to my head and shoves her soaking muzzle between my thighs and my face. My laughter caught Waylon’s attention, and he came over and shoved his head in, too. Halasana with two wet dog faces. Very funny.