A typical day? I haven’t had a typical day in, well in forever. What on earth is a typical day when you own a yoga studio, your friend was murdered, and you’re trying to find a new home for a horse-sized monster dog?
Let’s start with my to-do list for the day:
· Teach prenatal yoga
· Hide from toddlers in the mom and tot yoga class
· Beg Jake the Jerk to postpone rent payment another few days. (OK, “the Jerk” isn’t his last name. I added that part.)
· Teach private yoga session
· Flirt with Michael (the cute owner of Pete’s Pets). Don’t get close enough to touch his beard.
· Walk crazy-dog Bella. (Note: Remember embarrassing Santa incident. Avoid anyone with a white beard and a cane.)
· Find a permanent home for Bella
· Teach yoga nidra
· Solve George’s murder
See what I mean? What’s typical about any of that?
Don’t get me wrong. I love my life. Well, most of the time. Sure, money is tight, but business at Serenity Yoga will take off any day now, and what I lack in money, I make up for in satisfaction. Teaching yoga changes lives. Nothing is more rewarding than helping my students find inner peace. Maybe I’ll even find it myself someday.
Things certainly haven’t been peaceful lately. Not since my friend George was murdered in the yoga studio’s parking lot. The police claim George was killed in a drug deal gone bad, but they’re wrong. George was an alcoholic, not a drug dealer. I know he was homeless, but that doesn’t make him a criminal. If the police aren’t going to take George’s murder seriously, I’ll have to solve it myself. I need to know what really happened to George, especially since I feel partially responsible for his death. If I hadn’t gotten so mad at him that morning, maybe…
Sorry, I don’t like to think about that.
But now that George is gone, what am I supposed to do about Bella? George loved that crazy German shepherd. He took better care of her than he did of himself. I don’t want a dog. I can’t have a dog. But I’m all Bella’s got. I can’t let her end up in the pound, not with her personality. She wouldn’t last a day there.
Hey, you look like a nice person. Do you want a dog? Bella’s not so bad, once you get to know her. She just hates other dogs. And probably cats. And men. Well, not all men, only some, but good luck figuring out which man she hates before she goes after him.
Why do you have that look on your face? Really, Bella’s a great dog, no matter what all the rescues I’ve contacted say. I’m sure all she needs is a little training, and her medicine only costs a few hundred dollars a month.