Dog Days and HIIT Drama

when cardio, chaos and cannine charisma collide !

What is it about a dog that makes you want to cuddle it, bury your face in its fur, and smother it with kisses...

Is it those melty molten eyes... pools of liquid love...Or just the way it tilts its head when you speak...You don’t need a reason. Dog is God’s idea of perfection, in my humble opinion. They love unconditionally and ask for nothing but to be loved in return.

How poorly we fare in front of animals... the human race. This is getting too dramatic, next i will be fishing out the Kleenex from my pocket.

Anyway... I have to stop gushing or I’ll never get this anecdote written. I have seven dogs, just so you know...In fact, in my neighbourhood, I’m referred to as the dog lady who runs round and round the perimeter of the locality.

Also letting it slip... I’m into fitness. Still can’t do a pull-up. But oneday I will. Someday I’ll be that person.

It was a wet afternoon in Coimbatore, and my trainer had come over to train my son and me.We decided to do a joint HIIT session... about 25 minutes, breaks included.

We were motoring through it... burpees... foot fires... mountain climbers... B-skips... the whole hog.

When suddenly... my German Shepherd, Nico, starts to howl. Not just whine... howl. Inconsolably at the trainer.

Now, this was odd. Nico loves our trainer. He usually bounds up to him every morning and gives him a peck on the cheek.This was completely out of character.

But every time we moved to a new variation... Nico would start up again. Squeaking... howling... pacing like something was off. No amount of treats or “shhh Nico!” would work. He was being dramatic. Defiant. Difficult.

It got so bad, my dad came running out of his room, jolted from his afternoon siesta, to ask what in the good lord's name was going on.

Only when we stopped... after the ninth round... slumped to the floor... did Nico finally stop.

My trainer... a tall, strapping six-footer... national athlete with a fancy degree from the UK... looked at him and said, "I think he was telling me to stop. To go easy on you guys. Wow. This is unbelievable !"

And he wasn’t wrong.We were puffing and billowing like Puff the Magic Dragon the entire time. He felt us.Vibed with us. Atta boy.

I ran up to him... muzzled my nose against his face... overflowing with love. Grateful that he’s part of our life. To be loved so deeply... so wordlessly... so unconditionally.

Life is richer... exponentially messier... and infinitely more jolly...because of my fantastic seven. I write about what makes me smile… and what makes me toil.

 It’s a peek into my world — the chaos, the small wins, the big emotions… and the family that fuels it all.

 I am just rolling, flowing, roiling… through everyday life.

 If this made you smile or chuckle, come back on Tuesdays and Thursdays for more stories to sip with your chai latte… or coffee. Molecularly yours,

Sanjana

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