The only living, breathing mammal in our house that's not practicing yoga these days is the new, yet-to-be-named, cat. The dogs have a practice I envy greatly. Sam, the chocolate lab, does a down dog that Iyengar himself would covet. The kids, with some mild bribery, are now doing Yoga Kids after school once a week. I am enjoying our new downtown yoga studio. For V-day, I signed Bob up for the "Manly Yoga" offering, led by a fellow inflexible y-chromosome carrier. His favorite part of tonights class (the first in the series) was that they had a cold beer sitting in front of his face when he rolled to his right side after savasana. I just want to know when they're going to start incorporating wine into my class. A nice tempranillo would hit the spot.