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A DOG’S PURPOSE

March 21, 2015 | 2 Comments

A Dog's Purpose
Who says only cats have nine lives?

In this beautiful story ‘A Dog’s Purpose,’ written by W. Bruce Cameron, we learn of one dog’s many lives; some lives are brief, and others end tragically.  Each glimpse of a lifetime, however, is heart-warming and provides insight touching on everyday, real-life situations lived by dogs we all know or at least know of.

The story is told from the dog’s perspective.  Perhaps that is why it is so emotionally powerful.  Although there are several laugh-out-loud moments, be warned, this emotional story is a real tear-jerker.

You will want to put this book down several times while ready the story. ONLY to hug your dogs and hold them close

So far, ‘A Dog’s Purpose’ is my absolute favourite book – of any genre.  This book is not ‘a loaner,’ you will want to read this book more than once (and I RARELY read a book a second time).

The Purpose of a dog (no spoilers), is to love and to be loved.

Thank you, Mr. Cameron for writing and sharing this book – such a beautiful gift to the world.

Categories: BOOKS & ENTERTAINMENT Tagged: Adopt, Beautiful, Believe, Best Friend, Cuddles, Dogs, Enjoy Life, Faith, Faithful, Family, Inspiration, Journey, Life, Loyal

YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND

November 30, 2014 | Leave a Comment

You’re my best friend

You're My Best Friend
I can relate to the children who struggle with school.  I loved art, english, writing, and music, but math was a challenge for me.  I clearly remember an altercation that occurred one day in school; all the other children were sent out to play after lunch.  I was asked to stay behind by the teacher – Mrs. B.  To make matters worse, the teacher’s pet Tracy was also asked to remain in the room.  Mrs. B. then proceeded to point out errors I had made on a recent math test.

Instead of seeing this as an opportunity to correct my mistakes, I felt as if I was under attack, and the two of them were ganging up on me.  I tried to stand up for myself in one instance where my continental ‘7′ was mistaken for a ‘9.’  The answer was correct, but it did not matter.  I can still see the sneer on Mrs. B’s face as she turned and asked Tracy’s opinion; did Tracy believe the number was, in fact, a seven?  Of course not – teacher’s pet!

I felt humiliated and incredibly angry.  There were other 7’s on the page to refer to.  It was obvious to me that the number was, in fact, a ‘7.’

My parents hired a tutor to help me learn my numbers and would give me math books as birthday and Christmas presents.  These were not appreciated and remained unread.  I wonder where those books ended up.

Library Dogs are near and dear to my heart.  Tails are Wagging would like to become involved with and support such programs.  I have Mentioned Therapy Dog Training with Henry’s trainer and hope to get him into the program.  I also look forward to meeting with the Ontario Provincial Therapy Dog Coordinator, with St. John Ambulance to discuss the ‘Paws 4 Stories’ component of their program.   I hope our book ‘Henry says, “Hello” can help raise funds for this program.

It’s too bad there aren’t therapy dogs for math.  I would have loved a little ‘Einstein’ buddy.  As someone who struggled as a child, and understands the frustration and emotional turmoil of such struggles, I was thrilled to learn about Paws 4 Stories.  This program provides children with a non-hostile learning environment and non-judgmental, patient reading companions.  Therapy Dogs will sit and listen to a child as they read the same sentence over, and over until they get it right.  Instead of feeling stupid, ashamed and discouraged, children receive the support they need to become confident readers.

Check back later for more information about this program.

You’re my Best Friend – illustration

I adore chubby cheeks on children and could not resist exaggerating them in this illustration.

Henry meditates: he cuddles with his stuffed toy and exudes complete calm.  Sometimes I will sit with him and before long, I too feel completely at peace.  This illustration is particularly special to me: I look at this illustration and recognize the feeling of peace that Henry shares with others and the importance of encouraging children to read.

The tales on the bookshelf also have special meaning (more about these later)…

Bookshelf

http://www.sja.ca/English/Community-Services/Pages/Therapy%20Dog%20Services/Paws-4-Stories.aspx

Categories: HENRY SAYS, "HELLO" - A Must Read Children's Book Tagged: Art, Beautiful, Best Friend, Children, Children's Book, Cuddles, Dogs, Enjoy Life, Happy, Henry, Hope, Inspiration

A NEW YEAR STATE OF MIND

February 13, 2014 | 2 Comments

In memory of Mena

It has definitely taken me longer to transition into 2014, than it has any of the (many) previous years.  A great deal of ideas, projects and happenings in 2013 all seemed to bottle neck towards the end.

That said, I’m not one to execute my list of resolutions at the stroke of midnight.  I don’t want to set myself up to fail, and be disappointed.  This Ontario girl has done a few polar dips.  Enough to have learned that I’m a ‘dip the big toe first’ kind of person (and in much warmer weather, thank you).

I used to look forward to going out to celebrate the New Year.  I would dress up and go out with friends, ‘tying one on’ for the last time that year.  I would, of course partake of champagne at midnight vowing however to ‘go dry, eat healthy and workout ‘starting tomorrow’.  Within the first week of the new year I would update my resume, find my dream job and start out ‘gung ho’ to lose X amount of pounds before shorts season.  This would be the year.  Then, inevitably, there were distractions and all good intentions dissolved.

Mena in Times Square

Mena in Times Square

Nowadays, my priorities and the time in which it takes to accomplish a task, has changed.  I still have hopes and dreams, however I am more realistic and choose a more general approach to achieving them; I will continue to make healthy choices – I would like to try to incorporate more ‘raw’ dishes into my diet each week, I will add an extra weight training day to my workout schedule (somewhere in the week), and I will make more time for my hobbies – balance between work and personal life if balanced, is often precarious.  It is important to consider what is done with that time and the quality of time; do I feel I’ve done something because it ‘had to be done’, and do I feel better after it is done?  Sometimes it’s best to focus on something else entirely; read, go for a walk or play fetch with the dogs for an hour.  Resolutions or daily tasks – I don’t want to just cross things off a list, I want them to matter.  What I do, I do with ‘intention’.

On September 11th, 2001, the world watched in absolute horror and disbelief when two planes, filled with passengers struck one each of the two World Trade Centre towers.  Most of us remember exactly where we were – standing helpless as both planes disappeared into the buildings which collapsed to the ground.  In the days, weeks, and months to follow, we watched a nation pick itself up, support its fellow citizens and share miraculous tales of hope and survival, amid heartache.  Movies such as ‘Reign Over Me’ (Adam Sandler, 2007), ‘Not Since You’ (2009), and of course ‘Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close’ (Tom Hanks and Sandra Bullock, 2011) to name only a few, have referred to this event; the experience having life altering effects on at least one of the characters – who, ultimately go through a spiritual awakening and in the process, learn a valuable lesson.

My point is this; why does it take such tragedy to create perspective?  Perhaps the families who lost friends and loved ones to tragic circumstances will find a small amount of comfort, in knowing that we have not forgotten, and although there is evil in this world, we are reminded there is also much good.    The events of that day, and countless other seemingly pointless tragedies stay with me.  I try not to take for granted the opportunity I have to make a difference; somewhere, somehow regardless of the degree.  ‘A little at a time, however possible’.

In 2014, I learned of Christine B. and her blog projectlighttolife.com.  I was inspired by Christina and her many acts of kindness – ideas that, at the very least make people smile. I haven’t created my bucket list yet.  I decided to start with a ‘sand pail’.

                ‘A single grain of sand is barely visible to the human eye – buckets full will build castles’.

NYC Sandcastle

 

A work of art by sand sculptor Matt Long

A work of art by sand sculptor Matt Long

 

Sand Pail List

Donate time, supplies and/or financial support to a local shelter(s):

-Think of fun ways to ‘fundraise’; bake cupcakes or cookies to sell at the office, knit toys and blankets, sew blankets and jackets.  Are you, or do you know anyone who is a consultant for Scentsy, Pampered Chef, Lia Sophia, Stella & Dot etc.?  If not perhaps you could host a party and raise some money for much needed items.  Most shelters and rescue organizations will have a wish list posted on their site.

–Cat cuddling; some shelters are full of residents, and the attendants don’t have the extra time for more than a quick pat on the head or stroke under the chin.  Cat cuddlers provide socialization, stimulation and much needed love required. Why not go the extra mile and offer to brush some coats and trim nails.  Some cats are lucky to have play areas with scratch posts – most are not.

–Dog walking; This could mean the difference between a dog being adopted or overlooked due to having ‘too much energy’ for a family.  Often, it’s very hard during meet and greets for families to properly determine if a dog will be a good fit because they have not had as much exercise as a dog their size requires.  That extra half an hour you can spare could make such a difference.  It also helps socialize the dogs.

–Taking photos; again due to time restrictions, the photos you see on such search engines are often ‘quick snaps’ taken by shelter staff, in an effort to put a tail to a name.  If you have a camera, and are able to spend some time with the animals, you can help them relax and take a photo capturing their true beauty.

–Sponsorship; a number of rescue organizations are raising funds to cover medical bills for animals in their care, or simply to pay for food and basic costs of living.

–Transport; organizations such as Pilots N Paws (Canada and U.S.) organize the transport of animals in order to keep them safe and find permanent homes for them.  As well as individuals qualified to fly aircraft, ground transport is also required.  Even offering to take an animal from a local shelter to a veterinarian appointment would be helpful.

–Foster; unfortunately not all shelters are ‘no kill’, and offering to care for an animal until a permanent loving home can be found, may be the difference between life and death for that animal or another.  It’s not always easy to see them go, but in my opinion, it’s much easier than considering the alternative.

–Support a Cause; unless you are part of the rescue community, there are MANY issues and concerns that are not generally discussed, and most people are completely unaware of.  For example; the laws and restrictions regarding Pitbulls and other breeds in different Provinces and States, Puppy Mills and sales of pets in pet stores, Over-population – in part due to ignorance about the importance of ‘spay/neuter,’ different organizations that are desperately trying to number inline, and how they hope to do so.  Embrace the opportunity to learn something that will benefit the community and share the information.  Some things are difficult to hear but again if you don’t know you can’t help.  Then….

–Talk it up; Share the information you learned with others.  SHARE THIS POST!  Also, keep an eye out for ads posted online or posters regarding lost pets or others looking for a new home.  Recommend visiting a shelter or rescue organization.  You would be surprised at how love connections are made.

Someone read somewhere that this dog needed a home and then heard from someone that ‘so and so’ was ready to adopt a new dog…….

–Be Vigilant/Take Responsibility; Please don’t ignore a situation if you have a feeling something isn’t right.  Any cruelty and neglect isn’t always obvious.  Do we not have a moral obligation to report it?  Control Officers would rather check something out and find it to be nothing rather than arrive too late to a situation.  Do you have a neighbor that seems to always be giving away free kittens, or selling litter after litter of puppies?    Be aware of stray cats and contact your local shelter for information about Feral Support.  Unaltered pets contributing to over-population is a huge concern leading to the large number of shelter animals being euthanized because homes can’t be found for them.  What about a dog that appears to be injured and/or covered in cuts.  Please don’t look away.  Make a difference.

 

the sculptures were carved for the Tunnel To Towers Run held each year at ground zero. The event memorializes NYFD Firefighter Stephen Siller.

the sculptures were carved for the Tunnel To Towers Run held each year at ground zero. The event memorializes NYFD Firefighter Stephen Siller.

 

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Building sand castles is more fun when working together with friends; on a sunny day at the beach, the sound of waves and seagulls (they can be a good thing), laughing and working together to create something magical.  Who will join me in this challenge?  I have chosen ideas based on ‘Animal Welfare’.  Feel free to grab a spade and scoop some goodness into this pail (cross one or two items off the list if you aren’t up to the entire challenge), or start your own for any other cause.  I’d love to hear about your experiences or ideas to add to the list.

New Year’s resolve, to me is about evolution; strengthening values, learning and developing.  I contemplate what has transpired in the previous years.  I take time to consider what I would like to accomplish over the course of the next few.  What can I do this year that will somehow make a difference?  When I’m ready, I take the first step – with a new-year state of mind.

 

Best wishes for the New Year!

Thank you Matt Long for permission to use images:

www.sandsculptor.com/index.html

www.tunneltotowers.org

Lara Elmayan @ untapped cities photographed the lower manhattan sandcastle:

http://untappedcities.com/2013/07/19/daily-what-18-foot-sand-castle-built-on-water-street-in-downtown-manhattan/

 and last but not least thank you Heather for sharing your photo of Willamena:

http://heather-kovar.blogspot.ca/search?updated-min=2006-01-01T00:00:00-05:00&updated-max=2007-01-01T00:00:00-05:00&max-results=27

Categories: HEALTH & WELLNESS Tagged: Cuddles, Faith, Feline Friends, Goodwill, Hope, Humanity, Selfless Acts of Kindness, Walk

HUCK – a tale of hope and faith

January 22, 2014 | 1 Comment

my christmas miracle

my christmas miracle

 

I love to read – especially books about animals.  Admittedly, I don’t make enough time to do so.  That is why I was quite surprised to receive this charming book from a dear friend.  This dear friend is patiently waiting for several books lent to me from her library, and yet, she said ‘I saw it and thought of you’.

Before the arrival of the books main character Huck, we are introduced to his family.  They are relatable – we all know families like this one, and have experienced similar upsets within our own.

I knew what was coming, and almost didn’t want to read on.  At the same time, I couldn’t stop reading.  I’m so glad I continued.

‘Huck’ was the perfect story to read as the year came to an end; it inspired me, and gave me hope for the new year ahead.

Thank you Elaine xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

Categories: BOOKS & ENTERTAINMENT Tagged: Best Friend, Cuddles, Dogs, Enjoy Life, Faithful, Heart, Hope, Inspiration, Kisses, Life, Love, Puppy, Trust

A BEAUTIFUL LIFE – REMEMBERING CHARLIE

August 24, 2013 | 8 Comments

John was unable to alarm the bike; Charlie kept setting it off.

John was unable to alarm the bike; Charlie kept setting it off.

My fiancé, and I, had just purchased our first house together, in Addlestone, Surrey, U.K. It wasn’t a home, until we adopted Oscar and Charlie. Yes, my fiancé and I enjoyed each other’s company, however, there’s just something extra special about coming home to the greeting of an animal companion. Even the worst day, can be turned around with a cuddle from a furry friend.

Together, we went to Katz Castle and watched, as the cats played together in their pens. Oscar and Charlie were two of the older kittens in the shelter, and it seemed everyone else was interested in the babies. Also, it seemed sad to think of brother and sister being separated. We decided they would both come home with us.

For the next few months, we enjoyed watching them play together. Oscar was full of energy, and would tear around the house; often pouncing on his unsuspecting sister. Charlie remained gracious and rarely objected.

My husband, and I flew to Canada to be married, and after much consideration, we asked neighbours to visit, and care for the cats. We decided they would be happier together in their own home, as opposed to a cat hotel. Anyone with pets, knows how hard it is to leave them. The guilt generated as they stretch out in the suitcase, as if to say “no, please don’t go.” Oscar got out the front door, while we were away, and was hit by a car. We learned of this sad news soon after arriving home. I had walked into the house, excited to see Charlie and Oscar. I saw only Charlie, and realized immediately, something was wrong. I felt remorse for having left them, and tried to put on a brave face for our neighbours; they were, of course, also devastated.

Charlie seemed relieved that we were home, and stayed close by us as much as possible. She soon adapted to being an only child; playing solo with her toys, or staring us down until we picked up the end of a fuzzy mouse to participate in the game. She seemed content and happy to receive all the attention. Attention, not only from us, but also from Edith, the elderly neighbour next door.

A vast number of villages in England, are made up of ‘semi-detached’ houses, with non, soundproof ‘lean-to’s’ between properties on one side, and another residence on the other side. We lived in such a property. Edith, lived in the house next to us; our ‘lean-to’s’ adjoined. We used ours as a laundry room, and through-way from the front of the house to the back garden. The back door had been fitted with a cat-flap for Charlie. She never ventured far, and enjoyed lazing about in sunny spots. One day, I was folding clothes, and I heard Edith speaking in a sing-song voice to Charlie. “There you are Charlie Bear (our ‘pet’ name for Charlie), you’re a beautiful, spoiled girl; yes, you are. This cream makes your coat lovely and shiny, and you certainly do enjoy it.” And then, she laughed and continued her one-sided conversation, while, I imagined Charlie to be lapping up her cream, quite contentedly. Edith was from the south of England, the land of cream and scones. Only the most fatty of creams would do. Hardly surprising that Charlie was filling out! We noticed she had started to gain some weight and decided to cut down her meal portions. Now we knew, why it wasn’t making a difference.

Although Charlie had become heavier, it did not slow her down. I had just had a shower, and thankfully dressed before heading downstairs. As I approached the top of the stairs, Charlie appeared in the open window, across from me; in her mouth, was the biggest blackbird I had ever seen.

The sound a cat makes, when they are holding a prize, is hideous. Not, however, to be outdone by the noise emitted by said cat’s horrified guardian. My shrieking, did not achieve a desirable resolution. Instead of disappearing back out of the window, Charlie herself flew into the house, landing on the stairs. She continued to the bottom, and with one backwards glance; as if to sarcastically say “you’re welcome,” she disappeared out of the living room window.

My shrieking had turned into tears, as I watched this poor bird succumb to its’ wounds. Cats have a natural prey drive, and it doesn’t matter if you serve them all the cream in Devon, they won’t lose that natural instinct to hunt. Later, when the shock of it all subsided, I made a mental note to purchase more realistic toys. Perhaps that would work.

I had nearly made it to the bottom of the stairs, and was trying to figure out how I could avoid the scene of the murder, and make it to the living room. Our front door, and the stairway, were separated by a mere 3ft, by 3ft square; barely the wing-span of a Blackbird. As I stood there, in tears, the blurred vision of Edith, suddenly appeared, through the frosted glass in the door. She bent down and pushed open the mail slot in the door. “What’s happened”? She asked. As her gaze moved to the floor she realized what had, in fact, occurred. “Oh dear”, she fretted. Then, she disappeared around the corner, leaving me stranded. Just as quickly Edith reappeared. “Charlie, you naughty girl”, she scolded. I leaped from the third step up, into the bay window of the living room. Edith tried, unsuccessfully, to open the door. Latch-bolts seem like a great idea until you become stuck inside your house. “It’s no use”. “You’re going to have to get down and come open the door” she commanded. By now, a few of the neighbours had stopped tending their hedges, and were watching with curious anticipation. I placed my feet on the floor below the window, and thankfully they provided support to the ‘jelly-like’ legs attached. I leaned across the threshold and unlatched the door. Edith squeezed her way through the door – as if not to disturb any evidence, scooped the poor, expired bird, into a plastic carrier bag, and again, disappeared.

Thankfully, there was only one bird and this murder scene did not resemble the Brenner home, laden with blackbirds, from the Alfred Hitchcock movie. I suppose, however, not unlike the shock of being encircled by a flock of birds, this later experience might very well compare: A friend was visiting on this particular evening, and it had been raining for a little more than an hour, when we heard the first squeak. You see, Charlie loved playing with frogs, and when it rained, there were plenty of squeaky toys for her to choose from. I opened the door from the kitchen to the lean-to, picked up two toads and returned them to the garden. I didn’t think to lock the cat-flap.

Engrossed in conversation, an hour or so had passed before I heard the next squeak. Amused by this game, my friend Tina accompanied me to the back room. I opened the door and was horrified to find, what must have been every toad in town, in my laundry room. They started hopping into the kitchen. As we became surrounded, by a ‘knot’ of toads (that is the term for a large group), my friend suddenly remembered, she had to be somewhere, and quickly disappeared.
I could not remove the toads faster than Charlie would bring them in. After the shock turned into frustration, I came up with a solution; put Charlie on the other side of the closed door while I undid the knot, lock the cat-flap, wash my hands, and pour another, very large, glass of wine. To this day, when I hear a toad I remember that night.

Speaking of entertaining guests, Charlie, turned out to be quite the hostess also. I had invited a close friend, to stay with us, while she did some travelling around Europe. One morning, after my husband and I had left for work, Melissa wandered downstairs, for breakfast. Thinking she was still half asleep, she rubbed her eyes and purveyed the lounge a second time. I guess Charlie had also decided to have guests over. There, on each bum space of furniture, was a cat. Shaking her head, Melissa carried on to the kitchen. “I felt as if I was crashing the party”, she later commented.

Many adventures later, my husband and I moved to Canada; where I’m from. It was something we had been discussing for a few years, and one of the factors of course, was Charlie. We talked about leaving her with my mother-in-law; Bernie adored Charlie, and the feeling was mutual. I knew that Charlie would be loved, and very well cared for however, I could not bring myself to leave her. This girl was an adventurer, and no scaredy cat. As quarantine was not required, we decided to bring Charlie with us.

The plane ticket for our thirteen pound feline cost more than one of our tickets. She was our baby girl and so, after researching the best transport options for her, we picked up her special travel crate and prepared for the big move.
I had been offered a job, and left the week before my husband, to attend training. The following week, Charlie was delivered to the airport prior to my husband’s departure; however, she would not leave until the next day. This was to guarantee, her guardian would be at the airport waiting to meet, and collect her. We were very pleased with the service and consideration given to animal companions. Charlie’s travel companion was a beautiful black Labrador Retriever; they arrived at the airport at the same time, and came through arrivals in Toronto together.

When they arrived at our fully furnished, rented accommodation, Charlie wandered around, and explored this new environment before settling comfortably beside her dad, on the sofa. Charlie took everything in stride; this was just one of those things.

Over the years, we moved five more times, and adopted more family members; Ollie and Maggie, both feline, and dogs; Henry and Reese. Charlie was ‘mama bear’ to all, and each of them showed her the respect she deserved.
In later years, Charlie slowed down, and her cream-filled tummy slimmed down. We modified her diet, from kibble to soft food, accommodating her loss of teeth and, now delicate jaw. A diagnosis, of ‘hyper-thyroidism,’ required medication to be administered at each meal. Charlie continued to take everything in stride. Even though, she wasn’t as active these days, Charlie still enjoyed basking in the sunshine, and the occasional swipe at her toys, or whichever of the dogs walked across her path.

Sadly, on the Victoria Day weekend, Charlie’s health declined rapidly. She stopped eating, her eyes became dull, and she was lethargic. We encouraged her to eat, to no avail and the water we syringed into her mouth, found its way back out. We did not want to see her suffer, and after consulting the veterinarian, we made the very difficult decision to help her on to her next journey.

Charlie had an adventurous life, and enjoyed every new experience during her eighteen years. Now, she rests peacefully among the English Lavender in the garden.

In England, her home country, it is believed that black cats are lucky. “Charlie, our beautiful, tuxedo kitty – we certainly feel lucky to have had you in our lives. In time, the grief turns into reflection; the ability to enjoy the wonderful memories you helped us create. Thank you”.

http://www.katzcastle.co.uk/

http://cprpets.weebly.com/keeping-cats-safe.html

http://www.passportforpets.co.uk/

http://animaltravel.com/

http://www.2ndchance.info/oldcat.htm

http://www.2ndchance.info/hyperthyroid.htm

http://www.catinfo.org/?link=felinehyperthyroidism

Categories: HAPPY TALES & TRIBUTES Tagged: Beautiful, Charlie, Cuddles, Enjoy Life, Forever Home, Journey, Love, Play, Princess, Rescue, Whiskers

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