Sunday Stretch.

As far as my dog Ozzy is concerned, Sundays are for R&R.  He chilled on the recliner, ate half a bag of Doritos, and watched some television.  His primary achievement of the afternoon was engaging in some theraputic stretching which he called "Yogurt".  He had some rather strange terms for his numerous positions; Salutation to the Moon, Downward Watchdog, and several others that I dare not attempt to pronounce.  It took approximately thirty minutes  from start to finish.  His final move he called a "locust pose", in which he shut his eyes, placed his paws on his knees, and gave several soft, extended growls.  When he finished, he placed his paws together, and prayerfully said "No-more -stay".  It was definitely a Dog Day Afternoon.