Horatio Moves!

[inaudible] polarities. Anytime. Presents for ratio moves written and read by Jen is a Fino illustrations by Daniel Warren Johnson [inaudible] there's a little known fact that each dog has a purpose, some work at the firehouse, some dance at the circus, whether gardening rich treasures are acting as guides. Each dog has a purpose that warms their insides. [inaudible] this is the story of one gray little pup who was brought to the shelter and given up. Her ratio knew that this place was not right. There were strange cats and dogs that howled all through the night.

[inaudible] he worked hard to fit in with the other rough pups. He would growl, bear his teeth and try not to slip up. This does not feel like me. He thought with dismay, perhaps I will find my own purpose someday. [inaudible] through the long cold winter, her ratio set and daydreamed of chasing a black and white cat. [inaudible] eyelids grew heavy. He thought about napping, but before his eyes closed he heard someone tapping [inaudible]. He walked to the fence and stood tall and hind paws. He saw her, a lady who smiled with a cause.

She entered the shelter through a creaky old gate. Her ratio was curious, but chose to wait. [inaudible] bathing was not in his normal routine and his coat had been missing. It's gray and white sheet. She held out her hand in a nonthreatening way that allowed him to sniff and see all was okay. A face just like this is truly essential. I think he's really a dog with potential.

Now walk him outside and into my studio, of course, said the worker while sipping hot cocoa [inaudible]. He walked strong with pride like a pop on parade. Unaware of the plans that the lady had made. This brief journey led them straight to a red door that opened up into what seemed like a store. His gaze landed on a medieval contraption and worried. He froze, afraid to take action.

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. [inaudible] later that year in the hot summer, swelter a walk around the block led him to the old shelter.

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.

There's a valuable gem that makes you who you are. It's unique and important. Each shining star. Let us celebrate you and your personal group by showing us some of your favorite movie. [inaudible].