My aunt and uncle had this dog named Wendy. She was a red mutt with white markings and was the sweetest dog ever, but shy. I called her my "not-my-dog" because I had a dog at home, but she was my favorite dog that belonged to someone else.
My aunt and uncle had this dog named Wendy. She was a red mutt with white markings and was the sweetest dog ever, but shy. I called her my "not-my-dog" because I had a dog at home, but she was my favorite dog that belonged to someone else.
“You have never answered but you did not need to. If I stand at the ocean I can hear you with your thousand voices. Sometimes you shout, hilarious laughter that taunts all questions. Other nights you are silent as death, a mirror in which the stars show themselves. Then I think you want to tell me something, but you never do. Of course I know I have written letters to no-one. But what if I find a trident tomorrow?" ~~Letters to Poseidon, Cees Nooteboom
“We still carry this primal relationship to the Earth within our consciousness, even if we have long forgotten it. It is a primal recognition of the wonder, beauty, and divine nature of the Earth. It is a felt reverence for all that exists. Once we bring this foundational quality into our consciousness, we will be able to respond to our present man-made crisis from a place of balance, in which our actions will be grounded in an attitude of respect for all of life. This is the nature of real sustainability.”
~~Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
"We are the offspring of history, and must establish our own paths in this most diverse and interesting of conceivable universes--one indifferent to our suffering, and therefore offering us maximal freedom to thrive, or to fail, in our own chosen way."
~~Stephen Jay Gould, Wonderful Life: The Burgess Shale and the Nature of History
"Humans are not rational creatures. Now, logic and rationality are very helpful tools, but there’s also a place for embracing our subjectivity and thinking symbolically. Sometimes what our so-called higher thinking can’t or won’t see, our older, more primitive intuition will." John Beckett
Pagan Devotionals, because the wind and the rain is our Bible
Mellow is just the best dog name.
I met a dog at the SPCA a few months ago named Spooky Trevor. That is now going to be the name of my next dog. I'd also like to name a cat Bob Ross.
“The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.” – John Muir
Mostly art.
why bob ross if i may ask?
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one of the ladies hee in this senior housing has the cutest chawawa
MAGIC is MAGIC,black OR white or even blood RED
all i ever wanted was a normal life and love.
NO TERF EVER WE belong Too.
don't stop the tears.let them flood your soul.
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I just really appreciate human names on animals.Originally Posted by anunitu
“The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.” – John Muir
Mostly art.
The dog we had when I was a teenager was named Gerry. I was always a huge fan of Engelbert Humperdinck and we weren't gonna name him that, but EH's first stage name was Gerry Dorsey, so that's what I went with.
Can you hear me, Major Tom? I think I love you.
OK - so...
Hard few weeks lately.
This year, we lost 4 beloved cats (2 in the last two months). In the summer, we had to euthenize our dog, Lily. We still have Demi, who's being treated for congestive heart failure.
We didn't get Lars, but we found Milo. He was really shy, so he was unlikely to be adopted. - except by people willing to work with him. I talked K'Roe into taking him.
When I brought him home, K'Roe was out of town. I spent three days with him, but he was still scared of me.
K'Roe came home. She spent one day with him, and now he followers her around like a shadow.
Then, after we had him for nearly a week, he got outside without being leashed, and headed out into the woods. I spent two days out tracking him, but couldn't get close to him. He wouldn't come to K'Roe, either.
We finally got into contact with the lady who had been working with him at the shelter. As soon as her car pulled into the drive, he was right there. She brought him in less than 3 minutes later.
That was a week ago. He is only just now getting to where he doesn't panic if I look at him.
This is him:
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And here he is, not looking at me because I'm looking at him:
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He's a BIG BOY! Only 12 months old, and already up to my hips. When he sits on the couch, he's taller than wifey.
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Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
love him already
MAGIC is MAGIC,black OR white or even blood RED
all i ever wanted was a normal life and love.
NO TERF EVER WE belong Too.
don't stop the tears.let them flood your soul.
my new page here,let me know what you think.
nothing but the shadow of what was
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Oh he's looks so lovely! You never know what dogs have been through with previous owners... while I was away from the forum we lost Little Aud, one of our bassett Hounds and I really thought my heart would breath. Then we had Archie, a smooth coated Saint. He was a little sod but oh, I loved him! And then when he was about 10 months old, he went down with acute myeloid leukaemia and died within two days. No effective treatment available.
Anyway, after that we had Mattie who was Archie's sister and had been handed back to the breeder who was so upset at hearing what had happened with Archie (apparently it's extremely rare) that he offer to give us Mattie (we re-named her Daisy. Now I can sing to her 'Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do...' She followed me like a shadow, jumps on my head occasionally, but was very wary of Mr P for quite a while. Now she adores him and sits at his side, gazing up at him adoringly.
Then there was Mabel. The Lodger. She really belongs to my youngest daughter, but was a bit too feisty to live with young children. So she came to live with us and the children visit whenever they want and play with her. (My daughter later rescued another Saint, who was a cruelty case, but she adores the children and my daughter with whom she lives.)
Little Aud and Archie did make appearances on one or two of my Youtube videos, so I watch them sometimes when I'm alone and have a good cry about them. Noah still muscles in on the videos sometimes and although Mabel hasn't made an appearance visually, she snores like a motorbike throughout.
They';re all different. Some really don't like men - or women. Or cats, Or children. It varies. But with lots of love most of them can be encouraged to trust again.
Good luck with your Milo. He looks lovely. <3
He's fine with other dogs - he gets ol' Remi to play. He also loves playing with the cats (he's kind of overwhelming because of his size and playfulness, but the cats are willing to take it, and seem to enjoy his company).
Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
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