I don't do dogs and I don't do yoga.
Having inherited my mother's abject fear of animals, I try to stay clear of anything with four legs and fur.
Yoga is too slow for me. All that breathing and stretching and chanting and centeredness. Boring. I'd rather jump and kick and pump and gasp for air.
But my curiosity got the best of me when I discovered that Bideawee, an animal welfare organization in Manhattan, offers a yoga class for dogs - doga. During the 45-minute session, pooches and their masters give new meaning to the phrase "downward facing dog."