She entered the shelter through a creaky old gate. Her ratio was curious, but chose to wait.
Now walk him outside and into my studio, of course, said the worker while sipping hot cocoa
The lady was gentle and showed him the way she breathed in and out and said, hollers, okay. He figured out that these machines were for Bonnie's. As the lady showed movements and called them Polonius timid. He started to copy her action bending his spine to make a contraction. She gazed at him fondly a tear in her eye.
You really are such a unique, special guy. She asked, would you like to come home with me? We can help each other move naturally. Her ratio wanted to go more than ever, a life with a purpose. What could be better? The story unfolds as her ratio studies to breathe and to move with lots of new buddies. The neighborhood children stared on with amusement. They saw that this dog was a master of movement.
Inhale and exhale, bending and stretching, and during his breaks there was tennis ball fetching. He made it a point to move through the day in a crazy, scruffy puppy ballet. Soon he was ready to lead his own sessions, exploring the mind and the body connections, his happiness shine from the inside out. This is what life must be all about.
He hadn't been there since that day. Last December. His head tilted left as he tried to remember the days before breathing and moving with ease before dancing around like a leaf in the briefs, he glanced down and noticed his two mismatched paws, one gray and one white they want seemed like flaws. He thought no one else has to pause just like me, my pause make me special in this. I now see his movement had shown him the strength of this feature. Could it be that his moves had become his new teacher for movement? You see, let him know he's alive. When he moved, he could feel that there's something inside. He felt at the day that he found his new home.
He knew he would no longer be left alone. He knows it is true when he looks in her eyes. Movement is much more than just exercise. He found his true purpose to move from the heart, finding joy and discovery with each body part. Who cares if fine, scruffy. I'm still need to hide.
I'm me and that's great. He barked loudly with pride. We all have a purpose. That one special thing. The magic that fills us and makes our heart sing becomes from inside and allows us to grow just like movement did for her ratio. You be a reader, an artist, a clown. You might be a gymnast and flip upside down.
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