Pilates

Hi All,

Baron had his first pilates class today. He was in the car, and the instructor invited him in. Isn't she brave? Baron assumed it was a semi-private lesson and tried to sit on top of me to have a better angle with which to snack on the wooden handles (isn't that what they're for?). He particularly enjoyed the reformer - found it quite comfortable. When he was done checking every nook and cranny for security threats (one can never be too careful) or food (hey, a guy's got to eat), he admired himself in the mirror (he is handsome), and then attempted to break into the physical therapist's office. This is not as violent as it sounds. Baron knew the therapist was there, because he could hear voices from behind the door. He tried valiently to listen to the conversation, and then tried to open the door, using the door knob of course (a poodle's nose has many uses).
Baron was not invited into the physical therapy office, but assumed the therapist would love to see him and perhaps take him on as a pro bono patient. Fortunately, the physical therapist loves dogs and was pleased to see him. However, she didn't rush to offer him a session.
As you can see, Baron gets around.
All for now,
Botswain