Welcome to Rusty's Room, better known as the YogiDog Blog.
The past year has been enjoyable getting to know Pete's wonderful sons, Jesse and Joey. Of Course, I can't leave out Rusty and Jake (the golden retrievers also known as the Wooly Boys). For you see, they are my teachers. By simply observing them interact with others and go about their days has been eye opening to say the least.
I believe dogs tell you things if you are willing to listen. Because I tend to gravitate toward dogs, I often watch Rusty. One day it occurred to me that he is a yogi in disguise. His expressive eyes tell you what is going through his mind. He lives in the moment, loves unconditionally, definitely eats his food like a yogi (slowly, chewing and savoring each morsel, only eating just enough), the way his loving eyes look into yours, his gentle but firm warning sign to Jake when he's had enough playtime; thus, this is how the term YogiDog came into existence. And Rusty is THE YogiDog.
The Earth, Pete, Broccoli with a capital "B", bike riding, Mom & Dad, Jesse, Joey, Rusty and Jake, the Sun, The Moon, rain, the wind, my brother Scott, Diane, Yoga North, Russell, Eva Cassidy, FMVeg, Ginger, Thai yoga massage, clouds, Tamarac Lake, breathing, oxygen, diversity, freedom, dreams, Tanya, Phil Nuernberger, endorphins, Tony Randall , Shirley Maclaine, Buckminster "Bucky" Fuller, seaweed, Tipper Tooners, snowflakes, trees, GOD, music, water . . .