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any savvy dogsters here?
Twoapenny:
--- Quote from: Green Bean on September 20, 2013, 11:18:54 PM ---Dog and Dolphins: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0xs428VJTw
Dog and Horse: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UlsJHKLshVk
Dog and Goats: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jno9m1lCEI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aY_v1Gr9Ao0
Just cute stuff
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Oh how cute! Nothing like animal vids to make you feel all mushy :) There was a lovely article in the paper the other day about a dog that got a little boy with Down's Syndrome to play with it, apparently the boy doesn't interact with people at all and is always alone, there were some lovely pics of the dog pawing at him and nuzzling him and eventually the little man put his arms around him and gave him a hug. Very restorative being around animals, I think!
Hopalong:
THANKS, Boat!
I can't get enough of them.
LB is thriving, and such a Downtown Dame.
She makes friends everywhere, still a little tense
with big groups but gets loads of pats...her face
attracts people. Had an older couple just melt over
her last night at an outdoor cafe downtown...ohh
I'm going to hate the cabin fever months!
She's still territorial in the house, but we're working on
it. Big test this evening when 6 noisy women from my
Covenant Group come for a meeting at my house. LB
will start the evening loudly objecting in the back bedroom
but I'll bring her out on-leash after a while...
OH. I had an extraordinary dream after a long evening
cuddling with LB. My old first dog, a huge yellow lab I
loved almost too much (she's his namesake in part)...
was lost in the big river. I was calling him, watching him
falter (based on a true event he mercifully survived)...
and feeling awful because I was too scared to plunge
into the current and save him, and because my voice was
so weak. I was devastated, weeping by the edge, when all
of a sudden the water beneath me was filled with a golden
light, I saw many beautiful fish going back and forth, and then
from deep in the depths, up he came straight to the surface,
and I grabbed him and hauled him out, crying--he's alive!--
he was paler, and thinner, but he plopped down and I was
holding him in joy, and he gave this "huff" noise that was
EXACTLY as he sounded in life...and I woke.
The dream blew me away. I interpret it this way:
--LB's daily love and especially her yearning for full-body
touch and affection have been peeling away a kind of
shell I've grown around my heart during recent years of loss
--My fear and weakness and sorrow that I couldn't rescue
my old dog (like my D) were real, and
--Some beautiful, spiritual force saved him -- and when
he came to me, he rescued ME. (Exactly how I feel about LB.)
Didn't do it justice but that dream was a gift, one of those
major-dream events.
xo
Hops
Wish us luck!
xo
L
sKePTiKal:
How is LB settling in, Hops? Is she expanding her range of what she'll tolerate as "normal and acceptable"?
The weekend before Halloween, Raleigh said goodbye to us, and died in the night. H & her fiancee M were here and they helped a lot. It was Sunday, when he obviously couldn't get comfortable anywhere. Hubs had gone out - an exception to routine - that day and I thought perhaps it was having company and that "lost" member of his herd and routine that just made him anxious. But by that evening, it was pretty clear that he was simply miserable and his breathing was ragged. M said we should get him to the vet in the morning and volunteered to help; giving up a day of fishing. Raleigh hated going to the vet.
We got him to bed, and he seemed more comfy -- said goodnight and tucked us in -- and moved to the living room. It must not have been long after that, like he signed off his last job and that's where I found him the next morning. He was 13. He didn't want to be a problem or upset me. When we sat with him petting him, trying to get him to relax - he just leaned right up against my leg and gave me a look, like "thanks, mom"... (I'm still weepy over the old mutt...)
Our old, raggedy "used" cat - Caffiene - who was H's cat until she couldn't keep her, is still kicking. She's 17 or 18 now. It's clear she's having some more trouble with her stomach - she's always been sensitive, so I'm primed to keep making sure she's still breathing. Raleigh was tough. H's bloody mary's for us "planters" notwithstanding. I still miss him, his bark... being under foot in the kitchen and right at the door, if we go outside side.
And my feral cat - the m'eow-m'eow - is trying to take over as the "guard dog". And clown, too. She'll need a playmate after Caffiene goes, because already, she's sleeping where the dog always slept. She's only 5 or 6.
In so many ways, this dog was my interface, excuse, and relief from being overwhelmed by larger groups of people or strangers. Even, sometimes, between hubs and I. Oops - sorry I can't stay at the party - the dog will have to be left out. Oh, we can't travel overnight - the dog can't travel comfortably anymore, and he's too old to board and not used to it... I guess now, I either have to decline out of lack of interest honestly (but diplomatically)... keep showing people my hermit card... or just go try some of these things and leave open the space for maybe, possibly, having some fun.
Raleigh was supposed to be hubs' dog. I was the one who took care of him - except, after we moved - a couple years later, I convinced hubs he could feed him, in the morning. I feel like I end up taking care of every (thing), (one) else... and the favor isn't returned much. Coming down with a cold this morning - so naturally whiny & weepy anyway. Figured I'd touch base and tell you what was up down here. Since this was a doggy thread & all...
I'm OK. I just miss him a lot.
Hopalong:
My heart goes out to you, Skep...losing a pet is so hard.
The most unconditional of unconditional love.
May your grief be gentle.
LB is developing a big personality and really enjoying life.
xo
Hops
lighter:
--- Quote from: sKePTiKal on November 07, 2013, 06:48:13 AM ---
The weekend before Halloween, Raleigh said goodbye to us, and died in the night.
I'm OK. I just miss him a lot.
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(((sKep)))
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