For some reason today I am extremely nostalgic. For places I have been and lived, and places I have never been and never was lucky enough to experience, except vicariously. Sometimes I think my being has been before or has lived various lives, consecutively. I have dreams which feel more real than actual(?) reality. I have dreams which play through my head like movies with plots and characters which seem to be not, nonsensical, but vivid and totally real. I wake to go to bathroom and go right back into the time and place of the dream.
This morning I am carried to my pinterst page because of all the wonderful places I would like to slip my being into right now. Like a warm rainy morning in Paris with coffee and a cigarette, sitting sheltered by an awning in front of the small shop. Or being in the Netherlands in a tiny hotel which had their continental breakfast served on the half floor above, reached by five steps. They have a cheese platter, fruit platter, all sorts of breads and pastries, real butter and cream and jam and the best hot chocolate I have ever had; served in large cups poured from a real silver carafe.
The Webster Hotel in NYC was visited this morning with remembrance of cuddling in the beau visiting rooms with young men I cannot remember the names or faces of. Said young men cast aside after a single but memorable cuddle. Today's youth could not begin to understand how innocent I was back in the day. The Webster holds so many memories of the first 3 months I spent in NYC. It was a dream come true for me and I loved every moment of my complete freedom from everything I had ever known but dreamed about from the time I was 4 years old. A small girl walked with her grandpa through downtown Punxsutawney, and as they walked by the hotel window she said " Someday I will stay in big hotels and smoke cigarettes and drink cocktails ," And so it came to be in wonderful ways I could not have anticipated. I have stayed in lovely old hotels all over the world and was known to have smoked and drinked in most of them, ( I know, I know, but I liked the past tense of drinked much better than drunk),
I remember the log cabin in the woods my father built for hunting. He and a bunch of other men built the cabin for trips during deer season but I heard tell more than deer were hunted in the local bars of the Adirondacks. But never mind all that. My girlfriend Christa, and I, went to the cabin to stay for a week my junior year in high-school. We took food, books and a Monopoly board set and had more fun then I would have believed possible. We had to fetch water from the little spring down the hill and use the outhouse in the back, behind the cabin. There were only oil lanterns and a wood burning stove. No running water but there was a propane gas stove we could cook simple meals on. The spring acted as our refrigerator. We would put food in plastic or glass and drop them in the little pool to keep cold. During the day we explored the woods(Flora and fauna and all that), and at night play games of Monopoly. We drank coffee, ate cheese, beans and crackers and had the idyllic time of our lives. We had no phones or other devices, but we were both good talkers, jokers and loved to sing, so the time just flew by. We vowed we would do the same again the following year but I think it was a once in a childhood experience that could not have been duplicated.
So many memories and experiences frame my thoughts today but the above is enough to give you a taste of my inner world of nostalgia..
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Thinking about Spirit
As I was on my computer, early this AM, I also said a morning prayer. Not the first of the morning as I try to pray continuously.(impossible for me at all times, but at every time I think of it).
Anyway, I began to wonder when Mankind first began to worship the God within, The Holy Spirit, or just Spirit.
I thought of ancient man worshiping trees and rocks and animal spirits. I thought of Greek and Roman Gods like Zeus, etc. I thought of the Jewish un-named God, Yahweh, I thought of the Muslim God Allah. I thought of Hindu Gods like Krishna; and Buddha.
Most, if not all of these Gods were and are worshipped externally. They are worshiped as mountains, statues, at Holy places like Mecca and Jerusalem, and countless other places around the world which are deemed to represent the dwelling place of God. Temples, synagogues, churches. Countless fields( Stonehenge), mountains, waters( like the Ganges), many, many Spirit filled places.
God has appeared to men and women, and even children, in dreams, visions and prophesies, altered states and told them many things, instructions, the future, etc.
I wondered when however, the first of humankind began to worship the God within each one of us? How and when did the external become internal as well, or was it always so?
This is not a learned discussion. I have done no research, not do I intend to. Far better and more educated minds than mine have most likely thought about, written about and discussed this question.My thinking tells me that we acknowledged this Spirit within as God when Jesus said
I welcome your comments and feedback. PooBah
Anyway, I began to wonder when Mankind first began to worship the God within, The Holy Spirit, or just Spirit.
I thought of ancient man worshiping trees and rocks and animal spirits. I thought of Greek and Roman Gods like Zeus, etc. I thought of the Jewish un-named God, Yahweh, I thought of the Muslim God Allah. I thought of Hindu Gods like Krishna; and Buddha.
Most, if not all of these Gods were and are worshipped externally. They are worshiped as mountains, statues, at Holy places like Mecca and Jerusalem, and countless other places around the world which are deemed to represent the dwelling place of God. Temples, synagogues, churches. Countless fields( Stonehenge), mountains, waters( like the Ganges), many, many Spirit filled places.
God has appeared to men and women, and even children, in dreams, visions and prophesies, altered states and told them many things, instructions, the future, etc.
I wondered when however, the first of humankind began to worship the God within each one of us? How and when did the external become internal as well, or was it always so?
This is not a learned discussion. I have done no research, not do I intend to. Far better and more educated minds than mine have most likely thought about, written about and discussed this question.My thinking tells me that we acknowledged this Spirit within as God when Jesus said
And I will send to you my Spirit of Truth.
"But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come."
John 16:12-14
"But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come."
John 16:12-14
Friday, February 6, 2015
I had a prophetic? dream
I had a dream last night and saw a diorama of Revelations 12:12. I had gone home to Potsdam and my parents were still alive. I was helping my mom make her bed and the comforter was much too wide and really misshapen. I asked her why she had that one and she said it was the only one she could get on sale. Our two bedrooms were connected with a door between and the stairs came up into my bedroom. (This was the same as in my youth.) My parents had the side bedroom and I had the one at the top of the stairs.
I went to the door between our rooms and noticed large diorama set into the area between the window and my closet. It was a little stage set all done in dark shadows and grey white ash. There was a burned building structure covered with grey ash. The structures of the neighboring trees, their trunks and branches were all covered in grey ash. The landscape was also covered in ash but the underlying structures could be made out of contrast dark shadow to the white ash. There was no life in the diorama anywhere. I said what is this and was answered by a voice saying Revelations 12:12.
Now, I do not like the book of Revelations and have never read the book completely, only skimmed it.. I have always felt it was an allegorical struggle between the Romans and the Jews and forecast the end of Jerusalem.
I woke up with the words " Revelations 12:12" ringing in my ears. Since the words are still there and I looked up the verse, I felt I had better write about it.
I went to the door between our rooms and noticed large diorama set into the area between the window and my closet. It was a little stage set all done in dark shadows and grey white ash. There was a burned building structure covered with grey ash. The structures of the neighboring trees, their trunks and branches were all covered in grey ash. The landscape was also covered in ash but the underlying structures could be made out of contrast dark shadow to the white ash. There was no life in the diorama anywhere. I said what is this and was answered by a voice saying Revelations 12:12.
Now, I do not like the book of Revelations and have never read the book completely, only skimmed it.. I have always felt it was an allegorical struggle between the Romans and the Jews and forecast the end of Jerusalem.
I woke up with the words " Revelations 12:12" ringing in my ears. Since the words are still there and I looked up the verse, I felt I had better write about it.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
An irreverent and perhaps irrelevant, formation of a new religious
I am starting my own religion. I shall call it the Religion of All for All. It has always existed and always will, for God is Eternal and Infinite. Always Was, Is and Will be and never was not
No thing doesn't exist and could not exist because existence implies being and being is inherent to itself. So here it is, all in all.
No thing doesn't exist and could not exist because existence implies being and being is inherent to itself. So here it is, all in all.
It is a religion inclusive of all creation. Unfortunately there are those will not choose to participate in our fellowship. Those individuals and groups are ones who have either exclusive, or no beliefs, or those whom through nature or nurture are incapable of recognizing the beauty and majesty of creation. These creatures choose to go it alone and spurn the laws and principles of the goodness and fellowship of all living beings.
In our religion we know that all things or beings are conscious to some greater or lesser degree. The principles will be explained in great detail later in the religious publications but for now little explanation is called for. We also know that all life is incredibly valuable. We know this because we have eyes to see and ears to hear and bodies which feel pain and minds which experience even more pain. Self exclusion from the church occurs because of conscious or unconscious choice not to accept our laws and principles.
If one chooses because of whatever rational, to deliberately and mercilessly harm or kill another with no compassion or regret, then they have self-excluded from our religion.
Murderers, rapists, child molesters, merciless farmers and slaughter houses, corrupt politicians, child, animal or human abusers; and others who choose to exclude themselves because they do not accept the inclusiveness of All for All.
There is only one creator God, there are many gods humans create out of their hopes, desires, and dreams. The gods of the great and known religions who exclude their fellow creatures from inclusions and rites in their churches are self-excluded. Yes, there are many men and women touched by God who express to the best of their abilities, truths and insights they feel God has imparted to them. How many are Truly Touched in this way instead of just being touched., we may never know. There are enough examples of false prophets that we must always be leery of ones who exclaim the exclusive truth and then exclude others from their fold. We must also accept those who are sincere and seeking and feel they have found another religion which more expresses their beliefs. There is noting to my mind which excludes a sincere individual who intends no harm. However, and this is a big one: those who exclude other races and cultures, gays, lesbians, transgender, and even buy and try sexual; those who exclude other political groups, religious groups; or even cattle ranchers who exclude sheep ranchers instead of sharing the land, are all self-exclude-rs.
I know what I am explaining here can be very confusing. In short, the Laws are simple and mostly self explanatory.
1. Love the Creator God with all your heart and Soul
2. If you do not know God or believe in God, love the universe and all it's creatures and beings. God really doesn't mind if you do not give him the credit. Being is too big for all that.
3. Love your neighbor, if possible, more than yourself, ' cause we do not all love ourselves as we should.'
4. Be gentle and forgiving of yourself and others. We are all in this together and no one makes it out alive.
5. Share the abundance you have received with others and try not to hold onto anything too dearly because it will all pass away eventually.
6. Nothing (no thing) truly belongs to any one of us but truly, everything belongs to all. It is given freely and taken back again, over and over. ( Those who think they possess the land or a thing or even an idea,) can only learn, if they dig deep enough, that every thing has been held before by civilizations and beings in the past.)
7. One cannot possess an animal or another human being. We enter into a covenant relationship with all creatures we think we possess. Neither their minds or persons belong to anyone and they are taken from us mostly with no notice.
8. Believe in Angels, Fairy's, Monsters and Myths because all are in some sense real.
9." There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy"
10. Do not be deliberately cruel to any other creature living or dead. Desecration of the dead is frowned on, mostly because it desecrates ones own soul.
11. Soul is eternal, as is life .
12. Do not exclude anyone or thing even if it self-excludes. Hope springs eternal that realization and recognition of folly, is both possible and necessary for growth in any individual.
There is only one creator God, there are many gods humans create out of their hopes, desires, and dreams. The gods of the great and known religions who exclude their fellow creatures from inclusions and rites in their churches are self-excluded. Yes, there are many men and women touched by God who express to the best of their abilities, truths and insights they feel God has imparted to them. How many are Truly Touched in this way instead of just being touched., we may never know. There are enough examples of false prophets that we must always be leery of ones who exclaim the exclusive truth and then exclude others from their fold. We must also accept those who are sincere and seeking and feel they have found another religion which more expresses their beliefs. There is noting to my mind which excludes a sincere individual who intends no harm. However, and this is a big one: those who exclude other races and cultures, gays, lesbians, transgender, and even buy and try sexual; those who exclude other political groups, religious groups; or even cattle ranchers who exclude sheep ranchers instead of sharing the land, are all self-exclude-rs.
I know what I am explaining here can be very confusing. In short, the Laws are simple and mostly self explanatory.
1. Love the Creator God with all your heart and Soul
2. If you do not know God or believe in God, love the universe and all it's creatures and beings. God really doesn't mind if you do not give him the credit. Being is too big for all that.
3. Love your neighbor, if possible, more than yourself, ' cause we do not all love ourselves as we should.'
4. Be gentle and forgiving of yourself and others. We are all in this together and no one makes it out alive.
5. Share the abundance you have received with others and try not to hold onto anything too dearly because it will all pass away eventually.
6. Nothing (no thing) truly belongs to any one of us but truly, everything belongs to all. It is given freely and taken back again, over and over. ( Those who think they possess the land or a thing or even an idea,) can only learn, if they dig deep enough, that every thing has been held before by civilizations and beings in the past.)
7. One cannot possess an animal or another human being. We enter into a covenant relationship with all creatures we think we possess. Neither their minds or persons belong to anyone and they are taken from us mostly with no notice.
8. Believe in Angels, Fairy's, Monsters and Myths because all are in some sense real.
9." There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy"
10. Do not be deliberately cruel to any other creature living or dead. Desecration of the dead is frowned on, mostly because it desecrates ones own soul.
11. Soul is eternal, as is life .
12. Do not exclude anyone or thing even if it self-excludes. Hope springs eternal that realization and recognition of folly, is both possible and necessary for growth in any individual.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
My Ancient Life
I have decided on a title for this little series. "My Ancient Life".
So I'm here again with my thoughts on my life as an older women. Many of the women I talk to enjoy their lives now. I think a lot of them in their 70's feel this is all there is and so are not wanting to change, grow, or do too much different. I guess this is sort of natural but it isn't at all how I feel. I am interested in so many things and feel I just don't have enough time to pursue them all. My will to do is strong but the body is weak.
A lot of my activities now center around church but this is because that is where my local friends were met and mostly hang out. There is Sunday church, Bible study Tuesday nights, Thursday morning Martha's Circle( a study and craft group), and monthly Woman to Women meetings. In addition there are the events like Craft and Bake Sale, luncheons and teas and the rummage sale. It seems like a lot of church activity but it is in mostly women's activities.
If I had not met my friends at church I would most likely be at the Red Hat Society, have Bunco nights, go on outings to galleries and museums etc. In other words I sort of do what my friends do. My most prominent interests are in sharing and being with others and I mostly go along with their interests. I go where I am invited.
That is sort of sad isn't it. No, not really when what you are interested in are people. You can find them everywhere and in all sorts of interest categories.
My most abiding love and interest is in God but I am not talking about it right now. My husband is also an abiding love for over 50 years but I'm not talking about him here either. Or my amimals who I love, have loved and lost, etc.
My personal interests are reading, some TV shows and movies, politics and world events, science, philosophy; and scrap booking, making jewelry, baking, and THE COMPUTER. I can spend all day just on the computer, but I try not to. I also love to shop at grocery, home goods and big box stores. I also love to shop on QVC and HSN. I love magazines as they keep me up on what is happening in the worlds of fashion, celebrities, news and the high life. In magazines you do not have to stop for commercials and ads like on TV or computer. You can just ignore whatever doesn't interest you.
There is just not time or energy for all my interests and sometimes I really have trouble finding focus among them. I am so happy I am retired but it was nice when I had more money.
You will notice none of these interests involve sports or physical activity. I used to love martial arts but I cannot work out anymore. When you can no longer participate or teach you feel like a 5th wheel. I was never into team sports but I did like to go on long walks in parks or woods, ride bicycle, go on long drives and see sights, travel to foreign places and countries, etc. I can no longer do any of these but I can live vicariously through my friend's pictures and word portraits, as well as travel shows on TV. When I ride in the car for a few hours I can hardly walk and am really done for the day. I enjoy eating out as well, but it is spend y.
So there you have it. Most of my old age activities. There are a few more but we will leave them for other posts.
So I'm here again with my thoughts on my life as an older women. Many of the women I talk to enjoy their lives now. I think a lot of them in their 70's feel this is all there is and so are not wanting to change, grow, or do too much different. I guess this is sort of natural but it isn't at all how I feel. I am interested in so many things and feel I just don't have enough time to pursue them all. My will to do is strong but the body is weak.
A lot of my activities now center around church but this is because that is where my local friends were met and mostly hang out. There is Sunday church, Bible study Tuesday nights, Thursday morning Martha's Circle( a study and craft group), and monthly Woman to Women meetings. In addition there are the events like Craft and Bake Sale, luncheons and teas and the rummage sale. It seems like a lot of church activity but it is in mostly women's activities.
If I had not met my friends at church I would most likely be at the Red Hat Society, have Bunco nights, go on outings to galleries and museums etc. In other words I sort of do what my friends do. My most prominent interests are in sharing and being with others and I mostly go along with their interests. I go where I am invited.
That is sort of sad isn't it. No, not really when what you are interested in are people. You can find them everywhere and in all sorts of interest categories.
My most abiding love and interest is in God but I am not talking about it right now. My husband is also an abiding love for over 50 years but I'm not talking about him here either. Or my amimals who I love, have loved and lost, etc.
My personal interests are reading, some TV shows and movies, politics and world events, science, philosophy; and scrap booking, making jewelry, baking, and THE COMPUTER. I can spend all day just on the computer, but I try not to. I also love to shop at grocery, home goods and big box stores. I also love to shop on QVC and HSN. I love magazines as they keep me up on what is happening in the worlds of fashion, celebrities, news and the high life. In magazines you do not have to stop for commercials and ads like on TV or computer. You can just ignore whatever doesn't interest you.
There is just not time or energy for all my interests and sometimes I really have trouble finding focus among them. I am so happy I am retired but it was nice when I had more money.
You will notice none of these interests involve sports or physical activity. I used to love martial arts but I cannot work out anymore. When you can no longer participate or teach you feel like a 5th wheel. I was never into team sports but I did like to go on long walks in parks or woods, ride bicycle, go on long drives and see sights, travel to foreign places and countries, etc. I can no longer do any of these but I can live vicariously through my friend's pictures and word portraits, as well as travel shows on TV. When I ride in the car for a few hours I can hardly walk and am really done for the day. I enjoy eating out as well, but it is spend y.
So there you have it. Most of my old age activities. There are a few more but we will leave them for other posts.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Changing direction for the time being.
It is sometimes necessary to reflect and then begin to consider new areas to pursue. I have long felt there is very little out there for older women. What do you consider older?, you might ask. For me older begins at 50 and rapidly progresses to 60, 70, 80 and beyond.
This may seem to be extreme to my nieces, who have already passed the threshold but for me, it only seems to get better with each year that passes. I was very unhappy as a child and cried rivers over things I barely remember now. As a teen I was extremely miserable because I wasn't popular, didn't have a boyfriend, never went to a prom, and all the other foolishness my peers enjoyed in abundance. As soon as I left home for college the clouds lifted and I began to be me. The freedom to reinvent myself made me the happiest I had ever been. Moving to New York City when I was 18 gave me the final thrust into the unknown and new adventures.
Each decade since then has brought it's own trials and triumphs.
I am absolutely enjoying my old age and again each decade brings it own satisfactions and sadness's.
My intention for this new focus in my blog is to help you understand some of the challenges and new directions one must take, perhaps unwillingly, as one either gets older or dies. It is one or the other my friends so we may as well enjoy the journey.
I hope that many of you will join my circle of friends and sign up for G+. It is really quite painless and you can adopt a fake name if you so desire, but I would very much like to hear your comments and point of view on this subject.
The first subject I would like to address is the lack of information, media( social or otherwise), reality shows, etc. available for older women.
The Golden Girls is the only TV show I can think of for older women. It is enjoying a long life on reruns but really, we can do better. There are no fashion or household magazines dedicated to older women. "More" tried to make a weak attempt but it just doesn't cut it. We are beginning to see a few older female actors in Movies, but damn it they look so young. What about Margaret Rutherford or her kind? It would certainly be more realistic to show older women as they really are rather than the cougars the magazines seem to favor. AARP is interesting, but again it profiles the youngest among the old and is specific to money, insurance, etc. Except for geriatric catalogues there isn't much else relevant to my present life to read.
I am going to end here to see what kind of feedback this blog generates. If you want it and don't want to sign up for Google +, just like the announcement on Facebook or email me. Since I don't have much time left, generally speaking, I need some direction now.
This may seem to be extreme to my nieces, who have already passed the threshold but for me, it only seems to get better with each year that passes. I was very unhappy as a child and cried rivers over things I barely remember now. As a teen I was extremely miserable because I wasn't popular, didn't have a boyfriend, never went to a prom, and all the other foolishness my peers enjoyed in abundance. As soon as I left home for college the clouds lifted and I began to be me. The freedom to reinvent myself made me the happiest I had ever been. Moving to New York City when I was 18 gave me the final thrust into the unknown and new adventures.
Each decade since then has brought it's own trials and triumphs.
I am absolutely enjoying my old age and again each decade brings it own satisfactions and sadness's.
My intention for this new focus in my blog is to help you understand some of the challenges and new directions one must take, perhaps unwillingly, as one either gets older or dies. It is one or the other my friends so we may as well enjoy the journey.
I hope that many of you will join my circle of friends and sign up for G+. It is really quite painless and you can adopt a fake name if you so desire, but I would very much like to hear your comments and point of view on this subject.
The first subject I would like to address is the lack of information, media( social or otherwise), reality shows, etc. available for older women.
The Golden Girls is the only TV show I can think of for older women. It is enjoying a long life on reruns but really, we can do better. There are no fashion or household magazines dedicated to older women. "More" tried to make a weak attempt but it just doesn't cut it. We are beginning to see a few older female actors in Movies, but damn it they look so young. What about Margaret Rutherford or her kind? It would certainly be more realistic to show older women as they really are rather than the cougars the magazines seem to favor. AARP is interesting, but again it profiles the youngest among the old and is specific to money, insurance, etc. Except for geriatric catalogues there isn't much else relevant to my present life to read.
I am going to end here to see what kind of feedback this blog generates. If you want it and don't want to sign up for Google +, just like the announcement on Facebook or email me. Since I don't have much time left, generally speaking, I need some direction now.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
A Walk in the neighborhood.
My new morning routine. Coffee, check computer for email, bank and Facebook, more coffee, bathroom, gather supplies, call my little dog, she comes; and then I have to chase and catch her so we can go for our walk. This is a little game with her. She wants to go for her walk but first she has to play hard to get. Once I catch her I lift her up, kiss her little neck, carry her to the counter to get dressed and then get my walker.
I put on her into her little service dog vest and her leash. I have my walker, cane, pepper spray, cell phone, inhaler, sun glasses and poop bags. Oh, and I almost forgot, my coffee in a container hooked to the seat of the walker. Now I am ready to go for a walk with my Chihuahua
It is a lovely day, full of sunshine, which immediately makes me clip on my sun glasses. As we strolled along Angie detoured to pee on the neighbors lawn, then skipped ahead to the utmost length of her 15 foot retractable lease and lead the way like a mushing sled dog.
On ward ho! until we spotted a kitty in the far distance. Suddenly we stopped, dead alert for this unforeseen intrusion on our peaceful walk. Ears straight up(Angie's, not mine), and tail at full mast, we watched as kitty scooted across the street and slid under a garage door. Said door conveniently left open 4 inches for several neighborhood cats.
Interest now gone, Angie starts up the street again at breakneck speed sloshing my coffee as I attempt to keep up with her. It never fails to amaze me how much strength a 7 lb Chihuahua with a mission can exert. As we pass neatly trimmed lawns my little dog stops to squat and deposit a teaspoon of liquid on the grass. Further along she takes the same action on a rock lawn, but also stops to sniff among the wild flowers. Ah Ha!! she has found a snack of some unknown origin. It could be gum, poop or a dead cricket for all I know, but she seems to enjoy it immensely and patently ignores my shrike of anguish.
Once said snack is eaten with great relish my little lady resumes our walk. Tail held high and a spirit of inquiry in her normally soft eyes. She cannot wait to find the next adventure. Soon we begin to pass one of the alleys which cross behind most of the houses in our area. Angie doesn't seem to realize that the walker wheels do not travel well over dirt, ruts and gravel, so she is forced to stop at the end of the leash and find a place to poop. She walks back and forth in ever tightening radius until she finds the perfect place to drop her offering to the alley spirits. At this point I must leave my walker and proceed, plastic bag in hand, to retrieve her waste. Angie does not even glance at me as I conduct this rather strange activity. She cannot wait to pull me to the next challenge. I, however, must hold her back until I find one of the huge city garbage cans to deposit the plastic bag.
She is so impatient to get on with her walk she makes me trip over a rut before I manage to make the walker. Off we go again, now with a bit more decorum from my pup. She stops to smell more spots and in a lush patch of grass begins to eat certain tasty blades. She chooses from the lawn very carefully. A blade here and another one there. Never munch all at once from the same little patch. I can't help wondering what guides her selection. They all look the same to me. Perhaps one is flavored from a spot of pee from some former dog, or even some more exotic animal like a raccoon or a bird. What ever the draw she finally manages to eat her fill and then the retching begins. Her tail curls between the legs and up under her belly. Her whole body spasm's from back to front several times until finally she hacks up a blob of mucus and chopped grass. She surveys this output for several seconds then hoists her tail and we are off to other pursuits.
In the meantime, between all of Angie's activities, I maintain my role as protector, and follower, bringing up the rear guard and taking a sip of coffee when we stop for a minute.. I have my cane at the ready to beat off other dogs or human attackers, if the case may be. I also have my little pink canister of pepper spray in my pocket to use only as a last resort. With my aim I would most likely spray Angie instead of an attacking dog. My plan would be to quickly place Angie on the seat of the walker where she has some protection on four sides. I would then use my voice (or kiai) and banish my cane like a short jo to scare off any attackers. Once, before I had to use a walker, we were attacked by a dog running out of an alley.(the dog was running, not Angie or me) Anyway I grabbed her and put her on top of a large blue plastic garbage can(fortunately it was re-cycling pick up day) and faced the evil dog, cane in hand. I let our a yell and stepped towards the dog banishing the cane, and he ran off yipping. Angie watched the whole process with interest from her perch on the garbage can and was none the worse for ware. I was shaking and couldn't breathe and had to resort to leaning on the can and using my inhaler. I always say I have about 20 seconds of intense activity before I am done for. This is just about time to save either my little dog or myself. So far I have chosen the dog and it has worked out O.K.
Of course the highlight of any walk for Angie is to meet one of her little dog friends. Two of them Poppie and Keeko, live together with their humans, around the corner and up the block. Another friend, Little Bucko, lives two blocks away and we see him less frequently as his human leaves early for work. These three little dogs are Angie's favorites but she will show interest in any dog, no matter how far away. Her interest is very short lived. She is such a CAP(Canine American Princess) that her attention to any other animal is very short lived. It is a brief sniff and be sniffed under the tail, and then she wants to be on her way. No matter if the other dog is drooling with excitement about potential play. Off we go with no backward glance to find the next interesting thing.
Finally we have made the circle to home from whatever direction she chose to start from, and our walk is over. Angie never shows any disappointment that her one walk of the day is over. Instead she walks at my side with the leash off from the fire hydrant to our front door. We take the leash off to show we trust her, but it is never very far because she has been known in the past to gleefully play Duck, Duck, Goose, and you know who the goose is.
Angie is impatient when I open the front door because she has to run for her bacon strip treat. And she dances around as I struggle with the walker through the front door. Finally I give her the treat and she jumps on her green pillow on the sofa for her well deserved rest.
I put on her into her little service dog vest and her leash. I have my walker, cane, pepper spray, cell phone, inhaler, sun glasses and poop bags. Oh, and I almost forgot, my coffee in a container hooked to the seat of the walker. Now I am ready to go for a walk with my Chihuahua
It is a lovely day, full of sunshine, which immediately makes me clip on my sun glasses. As we strolled along Angie detoured to pee on the neighbors lawn, then skipped ahead to the utmost length of her 15 foot retractable lease and lead the way like a mushing sled dog.
On ward ho! until we spotted a kitty in the far distance. Suddenly we stopped, dead alert for this unforeseen intrusion on our peaceful walk. Ears straight up(Angie's, not mine), and tail at full mast, we watched as kitty scooted across the street and slid under a garage door. Said door conveniently left open 4 inches for several neighborhood cats.
Interest now gone, Angie starts up the street again at breakneck speed sloshing my coffee as I attempt to keep up with her. It never fails to amaze me how much strength a 7 lb Chihuahua with a mission can exert. As we pass neatly trimmed lawns my little dog stops to squat and deposit a teaspoon of liquid on the grass. Further along she takes the same action on a rock lawn, but also stops to sniff among the wild flowers. Ah Ha!! she has found a snack of some unknown origin. It could be gum, poop or a dead cricket for all I know, but she seems to enjoy it immensely and patently ignores my shrike of anguish.
Once said snack is eaten with great relish my little lady resumes our walk. Tail held high and a spirit of inquiry in her normally soft eyes. She cannot wait to find the next adventure. Soon we begin to pass one of the alleys which cross behind most of the houses in our area. Angie doesn't seem to realize that the walker wheels do not travel well over dirt, ruts and gravel, so she is forced to stop at the end of the leash and find a place to poop. She walks back and forth in ever tightening radius until she finds the perfect place to drop her offering to the alley spirits. At this point I must leave my walker and proceed, plastic bag in hand, to retrieve her waste. Angie does not even glance at me as I conduct this rather strange activity. She cannot wait to pull me to the next challenge. I, however, must hold her back until I find one of the huge city garbage cans to deposit the plastic bag.
She is so impatient to get on with her walk she makes me trip over a rut before I manage to make the walker. Off we go again, now with a bit more decorum from my pup. She stops to smell more spots and in a lush patch of grass begins to eat certain tasty blades. She chooses from the lawn very carefully. A blade here and another one there. Never munch all at once from the same little patch. I can't help wondering what guides her selection. They all look the same to me. Perhaps one is flavored from a spot of pee from some former dog, or even some more exotic animal like a raccoon or a bird. What ever the draw she finally manages to eat her fill and then the retching begins. Her tail curls between the legs and up under her belly. Her whole body spasm's from back to front several times until finally she hacks up a blob of mucus and chopped grass. She surveys this output for several seconds then hoists her tail and we are off to other pursuits.
In the meantime, between all of Angie's activities, I maintain my role as protector, and follower, bringing up the rear guard and taking a sip of coffee when we stop for a minute.. I have my cane at the ready to beat off other dogs or human attackers, if the case may be. I also have my little pink canister of pepper spray in my pocket to use only as a last resort. With my aim I would most likely spray Angie instead of an attacking dog. My plan would be to quickly place Angie on the seat of the walker where she has some protection on four sides. I would then use my voice (or kiai) and banish my cane like a short jo to scare off any attackers. Once, before I had to use a walker, we were attacked by a dog running out of an alley.(the dog was running, not Angie or me) Anyway I grabbed her and put her on top of a large blue plastic garbage can(fortunately it was re-cycling pick up day) and faced the evil dog, cane in hand. I let our a yell and stepped towards the dog banishing the cane, and he ran off yipping. Angie watched the whole process with interest from her perch on the garbage can and was none the worse for ware. I was shaking and couldn't breathe and had to resort to leaning on the can and using my inhaler. I always say I have about 20 seconds of intense activity before I am done for. This is just about time to save either my little dog or myself. So far I have chosen the dog and it has worked out O.K.
Of course the highlight of any walk for Angie is to meet one of her little dog friends. Two of them Poppie and Keeko, live together with their humans, around the corner and up the block. Another friend, Little Bucko, lives two blocks away and we see him less frequently as his human leaves early for work. These three little dogs are Angie's favorites but she will show interest in any dog, no matter how far away. Her interest is very short lived. She is such a CAP(Canine American Princess) that her attention to any other animal is very short lived. It is a brief sniff and be sniffed under the tail, and then she wants to be on her way. No matter if the other dog is drooling with excitement about potential play. Off we go with no backward glance to find the next interesting thing.
Finally we have made the circle to home from whatever direction she chose to start from, and our walk is over. Angie never shows any disappointment that her one walk of the day is over. Instead she walks at my side with the leash off from the fire hydrant to our front door. We take the leash off to show we trust her, but it is never very far because she has been known in the past to gleefully play Duck, Duck, Goose, and you know who the goose is.
Angie is impatient when I open the front door because she has to run for her bacon strip treat. And she dances around as I struggle with the walker through the front door. Finally I give her the treat and she jumps on her green pillow on the sofa for her well deserved rest.
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