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“Lucy’s Wisdom”

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I’m learning that people sometimes want to turn you into what they want you to be. Do you know anyone like that in your life? Maybe they don’t like the way you do things, so they tell you to stop doing that. I get that a lot. Maybe they don’t like the way you say things so they tell you to stop barking. I get that a lot too. Maybe be they don’t like the way you dress so they put their clothes on you. 

Little people are especially good at playing this game. They like to pretend that I’m a little person too. So they put clothes on me. I wish I could say the word stop just so I could be me. I mean how would they like it if I put a tail on them to walk around with all day. I bet it would feel as cumbersome as it does for me to wear a dress.The dog God made me special just the way I am same as He made you as unique as you are.

Yes-sir-ere, that makes me a lucky dog indeed.

“I Wonder What God Has In Store For Me”

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I sit with my stuffed Pug snuggled up against me as I sit in my sacred place and pray for those in need. I light my candle as I’ve always done. I do my readings with an open mind. Then I close my eyes as I turn within. Please help me God that I might see, what exactly it is you have in mind for me.

I look at my stuffed Pug and I wish he could breath. I wish I could feel his heart beat against me. Is it the right time? I look at his blank stair, and that dry hanging tongue. There’s no wet sloppy kiss in it for for me.

If it’s the right time why is it taking so long. All I want to do is adopt a pup who wants to be loved.

I sooth myself by saying let it go, if it’s meant to be things will start to flow.

Huh!!! I sigh! Ok I’ll wait, and see what it is God has in store for me. 

While I wait for my adoption papers to be approved, maybe you could say a prayer or two.

“My Dog Gone Grief”

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img_0267On October 23, 2016, we laid our sweet Ollie dog to rest, and our hearts have been broken in these last few days without him. I think about how ironic it is that this happened on the same day that I always posted “Sundays with Ollie.”  For us it was literally our last “Sunday with Ollie.”  I kept thinking he was 13, but after looking at his papers he was actually 12. He became a part of our family in October of 2004. I remember the day we picked him out. I was going to take home the first puppy that came up to me. They say it’s their way of picking you out, but Ollie was too busy chasing his brothers and sisters around the yard, and he was the runt of the liter. I fell in love with him right off the bat. He was 6 weeks old and so tiny I could hold him in my two hands. As we took him away from the only family he knew he was scared, but he melted in my arms as I began to hum softly in his ear. Our bond began, and while Tom wasn’t much of a dog person, it made him happy to see me so content. Ollie, being the personality that he was warmed his way into Tom’s heart as well.

As I was looking through his papers I found the receipt for a dog training class I signed him up for. It made me laugh remembering how totally uncooperative he was. Ollie was more interested in playing with the other dogs then learning how to behave and listen. He had no fears of other dogs, he’d let the biggest ones know that he was no push over. By all accounts some people might consider him an irritating dog with his loud bark and his piercing stare, but it was his charismatic personality that overshadowed anything else. I would do anything to hear that bark one more time right now. As Tom said, Ollie was one of a kind, and surely our most favorite of all pets.

God has a way helping us through our losses. We simple must be open to what he has for us to receive. As we left the pet emergency, taking Ollie home to bury him in our back yard. A woman appeared out of nowhere seeing how distraught I was she said to me, “peace be with you sister, you’ll see your furry little friend again someday.” Then she took my hand and prayed that God would bless me with his loving peace. I felt like she was an angle placed right where and when I needed her. The next day as I was sitting in my sacred space, the void of Ollie was overwhelming.  His presence always played an intricate part in helping me to become centered. Feeling unable to concentrate on anything, I started flipping through my “Science of Mind” Magazine stopping at an article called “Dog gone grief.” I couldn’t help thinking how much the title sounded like something Ollie would say in one of his post. The author Stef Swink was writing about the recent loss of her own 13yr old dog. She was reminded by a friend, that it’s ok to allow ourselves to feel life’s heartbreaks. “Deep love,” she goes on, “is worth the pain! If you are in anguish, allow it and honor it.” That’s what Tom and I are trying to do. It feels like we’re on roller coaster of emotions, same as we were when we lost our loved ones. There’s the ups and the downs, the twist and the turns, and the downhill screams allow me to cry as loud and as hard as I need to, letting my tears heal my heartbreak. I talk about my grief, because I can only share what I feel. But both Tom and I know by the grace of God our “dog gone grief” will slow down when the time is right. It is then that we can sit with the treasured legacy that “Sundays with Ollie” has yet to offer us.

Tom tries to lighten the mood by telling me that Ollie is with our other dogs now, his brothers, and knowing Ollie he’s probable chasing them all over the place in heaven.

I can hear him saying his favorite line, “I’m a lucky dog, indeed!”

“Sunday’s with Ollie”

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Between my Connie’s recovery and my inability to jump up anymore it’s been a week of difficult communication for me. She’s not suppose to bend over, or pick anything up. So when Toms not around I’m out of luck, although she has cheated a few times and picked me up anyway. She loves me! To top it off I can’t seem to see in the dark at all. It’s a terrible feeling of being lost. Thank goodness I still have my sniffer intake, I let my nose lead the way. I follow my Connie everywhere now I’m at her heels all the time. I don’t remember what’s wrong with me until I’m in need of what no longer works for me. Plus I’m more concerned with why my Connie doesn’t seem well. Sometimes I sit with my front paws on her legs looking deep into her eyes. She looks at me wondering the same thing only she can say it in words, “are you alright Ollie?” I try to penetrate her mind reading her facial expressions but even that looks a little blurred in the daylight. My sniffer comes through for me in this area too. It tells me things I can’t tell her. The same way she wonders what’s going on with me. I wish her sniffer worked as well as mine does. But there is always something good to be found in the dog-go-things of life, and for me it’s being able to spend so much quality time with her. She rest and sleeps a lot like I do lately, and I get a warm cuddle feeling as I snuggle up against her. Life really is much better when you look for the good things. I really am a lucky dog!

“Sunday’s With Ollie”

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Sunday’s with Ollie

The great escape. That’s what it was. I’m pretty slick at slipping past my humans when they go out the front door. Most of the time I’m seen right away, but on this day I slipped right past my Tom. He never noticed. So off I wander sniffy the flowers in my Connie’s garden. I give them a little scent of my own to leave behind. I look up to see Tom coming down the driveway. He is still oblivious to my escape, as he looks through the mail in his hands. He enters the house and closes the door behind him. So after a while, I wander off to the backyard sniffing out the scent of all the other animals that live outside my house. I feel like I’m on an adventure as I wander into the neighbors yards. I come across some bird doo and can’t resist the urge to roll in it. Then I see a cat and chase it away catching a sniff of what it left behind, yum, cat doo taste pretty good. I wander off some more, coming across some rabbit turds. Oh this is one of my favorite delicacy. After my fill, I roll in this too, only I get a little carried away with my rolling when I feel something ewe gooey on my head. I turn to investigate, it’s dog poop. I rub around on the grass trying to get it off me.

I head home just in time as my Connie pulls into the driveway. She sees me and stops instantly opening the door knowing I’ll jump in. As I excitedly walk across her lap, I stop to lick her and she sees the evidence on my lips and pushes me off her onto the other seat. “Ew! Oh my gosh Ollie you smell like you were rolling in a field of manure.” I run in the house and My Connie grabs me before I get to the rug. There Tom is relaxing on his lazy boy recliner.

 “Tom! Ollie was outside running louse.”

“What! How’d he get out?” He says.

“I don’t know, but I can’t even grab his collar it has poop all over it.

“I always did say he was a shit head,” Tom laughs. My Connie doesn’t see the hummer in it.

Next thing I know I’m getting a bath. By the end, all the wonderful scents I rolled in were gone. I guess we can all get a little carried away with our indulgence at times. When we do the enjoyment of our act becomes overpowered by the scent, and we don’t even get to enjoy the long lasting flavor of our experience. I gotta say though, “ hot-diggity-dog,” I had a dog-gone good time anyway.

“Grandma Tell Me Your Memories”

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Were you ever biting by a dog?

Yes! But not as a child it was about 20 years ago when Pop and I were going for our daily walk.

There was a Doberman Pincher at the corner house of Marietta and President Ave out with his owner in the yard running loose. When it saw us it came running toward us. I thought he’s just being protective of his property and kept walking. He came up behind me and bite my butt so hard it broke through my clothes and skin.

I always loved dogs, and thought they knew the people who loved them. I’ll never take that for granted again. It took me a while to feel safe again when out walking. I prefer to carry a walking stick now if I’m by myself. Dogs are like people, there are some nice tempered ones, and mean tempered ones. You never know what your gonna get, but you can’t let it keep you from doing the things you enjoy in life. Like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get unless you take a bite and see what’s inside.