Hundred percent attendance. It’s a must this Yoga Teacher Training Course (TTC), but I’m not going to make it….
It’s only the second week and I’m going to miss a class. The training has been hard for my muscles. Every morning the full primary series and at the end of the day yin yoga. Yin yoga is a very easy, slow form of stretching muscles, tendons and even bones, but it’s a stretch again. As fit as I like to be, I’m not.
How hard my muscles ache has nothing to do with the reason I’m not in class this morning. A smelly, old dog does. When I’m making my way up the stairs with a cup of tea in my hand, ready for the first yoga class of the day Claudia calls me over Her voice is trembling: “John, John, do you have a first aid kit?” I can’t directly figure out why she is panicking. She looks fine and my head is still at ease from the early morning meditation. I turn around slowly and walk over to my room to get the kit. When I return to the stairs Claudia is waiting for me, Impatiently. “It’s Spike. He’s bleeding.”
A few meters away, just around the corner I find Spike, the old dog off the owner off Fatima’s Guesthouse. He’s trembling and moaning. His front paw if bleeding heavily. Claudia sits down beside him and places her hand on his belly. The big man moans again. Carefully I pick up is paw. Where there should be a nail is now a big hole and I’m looking on the bare flesh. I can’t remember to much of my first aid training, but I do remember that I have to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. When I do I see pin worms coming out of the wound.
I take my little bottle of alcohol to clean it. Spike bellows when the alcohol is sticking him. For a few seconds he lifts his heavy head. His big, brown, faithful eyes look at me then his heads plumps down again. I soak some bandage with alcohol and wrap it tight around the wound. When I’m done I lay my head down on him. He sighs and closes his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later he’s still bleeding. What once was a white bandage is now bright red. Claudia and I decide that it’s time for more serious work, more skilled work. When I look around the guesthouse the only person I can find is Deniz, the manager director of the restaurant down stairs. I tell him what has happened and ask him if he can call the vet. Deniz shrugs his shoulders. “No need, the vet will be here in two days anyway. He always comes down to check on the cows and then checks on Spike as well.”
I tell him Spike can’t wait another two days. Not with all those pin-worms in his paw. Deniz isn’t interested. He’s not going to call. I beg. He looks at me, shrugs his shoulders again and repeats: “He will be here in two days.” We won’t give up and keep looking for somebody who can help. After ten minutes we hear Steve’s voice, the son of Fatima. Claudia runs after him and pleads on Spikes behalf. Steve makes to call and ten minutes later a small, curved man with a worn out leather bag walks up to us. He immediately sits down next to Spike and taps him tender on the back. ,,These people are business people. They don’t have time to look after their dog. That’s why I’m doing it.”
Very carefully he cuts the bandage open. The worms are moving in and out of the flesh again. With a pair of tweezers he removes as many as he can find. Next he sprays a yellow liquid on the paw and gives Spike to injections. “This should kill them”, he smiles. “And should take Spikes pain away.”
A good dog
Spike isn’t too happy with the yellow liquid and tries to get up. As fast as I can I lay myself down on top of him, to give the vet a chance to put a new bandage on his paw. When he’s done he looks at us for a minute in silence and then says: ,,Spike is a good dog. If it wasn’t for the two of you he probably would have died from this infection and the devastating work the worms would have done. This dog deserves a nice bath and a big hug, no painful death. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on him.”
When Claudia and I get to class after lunch we directly walk over to Deepak to apologize for our absence in the morning and explain the reason why. Before we can say anything Deepak already says: “I’ve heard what the two of you did. There is such a thing as karma yoga. By doing good deeds you purify your heart. What you did, proves you are real yogis. The training lasts two weeks more, but the two of you are already passed.”
This is and old story. I wrote this at the end of 2010, when I went to India for the first time, to do my first Yoga Teacher Training. I finally translated it in English. My first yoga teacher training was the starting point to walk to path of yoga seriously.