My name is Henry Maxwell. And because my name is Henry Maxwell, I would like to take a moment to dispel some common assumptions humans make when they meet me. You probably assume that any Henry Maxwell is some sort of English gentleman who dresses in Victorian suits and wears monocles. I’m not and I don’t, and I’m not a butler either if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not even English, I’m Irish and I don’t even wear clothes! In fact even more, I go by Hank. So there! Not even my mother calls me Henry. (My valet used to call me Mr. Maxwell, and I liked it, but I don’t have one anymore.) Another assumption humans make when they hear my name is that I am a human. I most certainly am not! I’m a dog! A dirty, scrappy, yappy, tiny, happy dog who is the perfect size to jump on your lap in the winter! And allow my to predict your next question as well: “What is a dog doing writing about yoga?” I asked myself the same question every day, but I never answer it because a new question takes it’s place: “What is a dog doing doing yoga?” Well… you’re about to find out! Stay tuned to this spot and listen to what I have to say! Happy Bending!