When my granddaughter is on the phone I use speaker hook up and her high pitched voice triggers a pitiful howl from Jess. So I taught her to say Howl Howl Howl which sounds just like hello. She knows when I say “say hello” she goes into the routine whether Becky is on the phone or it is the kids out side.
She cracks me up!
Jess is my helper doggie and I made up a tune to go with the words “helper doggie I love you , helper doggie do you love me too, helper doggie will you help me too, Helper doggie we got work to do”! When she hears this song she comes to attention and is ready to work unfortunately it is questionable how helpful she is. When I do the laundry she routes thru the hot laundry either in the basket or in a large green bag pulling out things and running away with them or goes after the folder things and repeats her playful puppy like behavior.
She also helpls me after my shower. She patiently waits by the tub and licks the water off my legs thereby helping me dry? I guess. We proceed to the bedroom where I am now ready to dry my clean hair. She jumps up on the bed, up on my back (with her sharp nails) and pulls the towel off my head. Now she attempts to dry my hair by rubbing her coat on my head (while I am laying down) . She rubs first one side then the other and shakes the water off. This continues thru the hair dryer session and seems to love having the hair dryer blown on her too.
I get more chuckles from her attempts to take care of me. If I cry she comes and licks the tears off my face. I some times cry because she is so rough she lunges at me while dressing and nips and God help me sometimes she chumps on some very sensitive and delicate areas too.
Blogging is like having someone to talk to over my coffee though not reply it not really different than talking to Jessie my friend, love and dog. She turns her head and listens as if trying to get a better understanding of what is said. From what I have read they are in tune to the vocal tones and inflections. Whatever it is it is really cute, however if I spend too much time typing and ignoring her she starts. I never saw or for that matter actually heard a dog complain “under their breath” but she does. First it starts out with a monasyllable and quickly continues on to more syllables followed by wagging of her tail and a bark.
I have little tolerence for anyone criticizing her and even less for anyone being rough or hurting her (that includes scaring her in the guize of “playing”). My housemate does not like her that is apparent. Her barking is intolerable to him and at one point recently swatted at her with a thin catalog/ advertizement. One of the prerequisites when advertizing for a housemate was “must love dogs (or at least like them). When I go out and cannot take her I put her in the bedroom to keep her safe. When she was just a pup not quite a year my ex kicked her and she yelped. Since then she has a dislike for men. Her barking when he comes home is just a way of asking to play and pet her. She barks like crazy and then ruuns to get one of her “babies”, wags her tail and waits for the attention she does not get. I am thinking his time here is getting short and I have many things that annoy me and I can see why he is divorced x’s 2. He starts jobs and makes promises he does not keep about helping about the house, cutting the grass etc. His day is full with outside jobs since he is a lf employed contractor. He also has committments to his girl friend so I know he says he will do some things like the grass but unless he lseep walks I cannot imagine when or why it would puzzle him when I hired someone to cut the grass that was going towards 12-15 inches. Can you imagine?
Blogging is a means of venting and sharing things with others so I am happy that I started- just wish I could get more people to read them.
Have a safe, healthy and wonderful weekend and be fore warned about fireworks injuries.
The other night I awakened with a severe headache at about 2 am. I had had a horrible dream. I dreamed that someone was in my bedroom, it was dark and I could not see the person but knew he intended to rape me.. While the dream had no actual sexual content, it made me realize that someone(s) were trying to forceably take over me. I fought like hell, kicking and trying to scream but nothing came out. I knew to survive I had to do it myself.
Dreams are to me very symbolic and if I take the time to analyze the symbols I cn learn what is keeping me in the same rut. The headache I would have guessed was do to an increase in blood pressure and it took hours for it to go away. The dream and content have been with me for days but last night I really slept well.
Some of my dreams are like mini novels going on for what seems hours though I suspect not actually. Each night I escape the world of reality and drigt off into another world where things are strange and seemingly unreal- fantasy I guess. Most of my dreams are pleasant even wonderful. Flying is a speciality it just requires a strong flapping of your arms and a fast sprint then up in the air you go. Some time it is just a few feet off the ground but once it was in the top of the arch of the church.
Everyone dreams but some cannot remember. Even dogs dream. It always puzzled me when working in the Special Care Nursery what premies could possibly dream but you could what the REM (-rapid eye movement) which is a sign of deep sleep where dreams live.
I have been busy painting and making clay projects and realize that previously I gave up too soon. I have reworked several acrylic paintings and they were a couple of years old. Since you can reapply paint over old paint I did. two had some basic structural lines and after redoing them they came out to my liking. Being very critical of my own work it amazes me that I actually like them.
From this I can hear the song about the “ant who tried to move a rubber tree plant” it is a lesson for everyone “he had high hopes” and did not give up. Believing in ourselves is the way to succeed for giving up and doubting our own potential is what prevents great things. Positive thoughts again are the key to a healthy self.
My girl Jessie a Llasha Apso who will turn 9 this year. She is extremely in tune to my moves and words. Her vocabulary has increased ten fold since 2007 when I retired. Some of the words she reacts to : thunder (run for your life , hide , run), Suprise (searches my purchases in the bag or jumps on the couch looking through my pocket book), church (I cannot go so I will sulk and go under the bed). The other night she sat by the dresser and waited for me to read what she wanted-I had a pile of laundry collecting in that very spot for two nights and she had made it her “beddie”. That day I decided to put them in my laundry basket and she wanted them back on the floor so she could go to sleep (she is very certain of what she wants and will not relent until I give in). On another occasion we went to the pet store where I had bought her a “surprise”. The bags were set on the back seat and she on my lap as we started for home. While I was driving I said “Jess I forgot I bought you a “surprise”. At that point she jumped into the back seat and routed thru the back. She located the rawhide bone, grabbed it and returned to her position on my lap with bone in mouth. I am convinced she has a high IQ for a dog. I never hit her and only infrequent raise my voice to scold her (maybe 6 or 7 times in 9 years) She is the absolute love of my life and a continious source of unconditional love.
I look at my photo history and realize I have been blessed in so many ways. Yet it also makes me sad. Where did my life go? I had money and looks and still I chose to take it all for granted. Today I look around and wish I had planned better. If I had money I would happily spend it beautifying the yard; trimming shrubs, clearing old heavy willow tree limbs and tending to my flower beds. I guess my motivation left in July with my daughter and kids when they moved to Arkansas. Even with it all;–the yelling& fighting between siblings. I guess I would be happy to have them back. They worked very hard around the house keeping the grounds up. They even got a gazebo like screened out door shelter. We were able to sit in the yard without feeding the mosquitos.
Last year marked many losses and changes:
This year has brought closure to many things
Half of the year now gone. It is time for more positive changes and choices. I still need to grow up and stand up for my self. I am involved in my painting and writing and find it relaxing.
This is a reply I sent to another blogger:
Funny I have been reflecting on t he past and my encounters with regret and disappointments but Tow things come to mind 1) I Corinthians 13:1-8- it is about love and is so on target but the only living thing who fits this is Jessie my dog she gives me unconditional love- people may say the words but “they talk the talk and do not walk the walk” the other is 2) The prayer of St. Theresa. There are no mistakes so sometimes though you are remembering a ssituation with a negative tone try to at least extract something good from that and keep that as you replacement memory. It is something I do and sometimes forget to do. Ex. My dad died and they had no retirement provisions the money was running out and Mom went on section8. They found her an apt. she was asked to work part time at the bank and that turned into a full time position. For the first time in her life she was in control. She made money and set up 401k or the like, had credit and card offers left and right. At 68 yr she made many positive changes all from a seemingly bad situation. Smile God loves you- Positive thinking is (I think you said ) within the law of attraction. Judy
Last night thunderstorms rolled in and I reverted back to my childhood fears including tears. The dog was terrified and tried to get behind the heavy waterbed head board. I am not sure which one of us made the bigger scene she or I.
This morning you would not know we had a storm and it is business as usual. Morning coffee and checking my computer for emails, facebook comments, blogging. I have completed three paintings -well actually one and put a new face on two. It is difficult for me to look at my own work without a critical eye but none the less it is theraputic for me and the more I do the more I am learning. This applies to bloogging too. I have a copy of Mother Theresa’s prayer in my list and have started reading it each morning as a reminder that I am where I am supposed to be and I have talents to use thanks to my God given gifts. In the prayer she says sing and dance-singing is not one of the gifts I have received unless you want to frighten away others
Go to get more coffee and work on painting again- it is so relaxing.
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