My yoga practice has been sporadic over the years; a series of stops and starts always with the best intention to make it a daily habit. Lately, it has been a near-daily habit, I'm happy to report. I have a floor to ceiling window that faces the sunrise that I like to set my mat in front of. By the time I am ready to start my first asana, the sun has gone from it's lazy, just-woke-up mellow orange glow to it's hot white glare that streams through the window and warms my mat, my face and body and my dog. Carter loves yoga practice. I'm sure it's a combination of chill music, calm vibes and the warm sunny patch that streams through the window and lands on the floor that makes Carter hang out with me during practice. I occasionally have to modify my asanas to accommodate the body of my overly relaxed dog that has made it's way to the middle of my mat. Sometimes he gets up to practice his own doggy yoga and I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm jealous of his form in downwardfacing dog. If I'm having a particularly difficult practice or have trouble with my motivation all I need to do is look down on his face; there is nothing like the smile of a dog! When I see Carter's smile I see love, joy and gratitude, the only truly important things on earth. When I practice my yoga I feel love, joy and gratitude. I believe my practice has just taken on a deeper meaning, thanks to the lessons of a smiling dog.