Psychology Today | 18.11.2025 00:34
Most evenings, the moment I roll out my yoga mat, my pup Bond (James Bond) comes trotting over as if summoned by M herself. He joins me in my practice by lying between my body parts in poses, giving my face timely licks, or simply lying close with a part of him on my mat. I’ve started to wonder if he senses something in me during yoga: a calm breath, a grounded body, or a specific energy. Whatever he senses in me, he wants to be near it. And I welcome his company too. I opted out of group yoga classes so that I could practice at home with him. I, too, sensed that there was something magical in our joined practice.
