Last night after returning home we picked up Chuck from Jon’s mother’s house where we were told he slept in every bed in the house. My glorious little Leta whom I missed more than it is cool to admit here crawled around the living room pulling herself up on ottomans and lifting her right leg in a manner eerily similar to the way Chuck lifts his leg to mark territory.
Jon’s younger sister laughed and commented that Leta looked like she was performing yoga moves, and then Grandma asked, “Is that move what you call ‘Down Dirty Dog’?”
No, we answered, sadly there are no dirty dogs in yoga, only ones sleeping on every bed in the house.
On the drive home I asked Jon if I should have told his mother that Down Dirty Dog is what I say to him in the bedroom.
Probably not.
