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blessings from a gentleman

You are awesome.  A soul of monumental proportions.  You hold the space.  With humility and grace.  You brighten up all our days - people and animals.  You are gently there.  All the time.  Noticing and being.  You are super smart, have a wicked sense of humour, are so creative, and a blessing.  You turn 34 years old today.  So proud to know you.  So honoured to be a part of your life.  Happy Birthday Kelpie.  Love you to the moon and back and to the moon again.

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I take Fridays off so am able to sleep in for a half hour extra. I lazily breathe in the morning and enjoy the slow start. From my original normal waking time I am aware that the dogs are a little restless. Sage is usually so subtle with her communicating to get me up. She will simply sit at my bed side and stare me down. Occasionally offering a high pitch quiet request. This morning she was a little more impatient. I was probably slower off the mark.  She tried her subtlety to no response. She jumped up behind me, lay down and pushed all four legs onto my back to urge me off the bed. That set my day off with a giggle. I love it when the animals make their wishes clear.  Then I realise - that is usually what they are doing all the time. We simply need to tune in better. I could have mistaken Sage's request for an inconvenient stretch. I know however that it is not so. I showed people through the aquarium the other day and was amazed that at times I had to point out to them how th…

Happy New Gear

Yes.  Find a new gearThat is the latest lesson I learned from dear Sage.  She is the one on the left.  Rocky is her friend. So, for the last year we have been playing the 'game' of  'don't jump up on me when I get home'.  Bear in mind I live on a little farm and jumping up I don't really mind,  but mud I do mind.  Oh yes, and apparently it is not respectful for dogs to jump on you. Sage is a puppy, and exciteable at the least.  We have a driveway from hell, so the dogs need to be locked away from it so that we can get in without doing them any harm.  So, by the time I get to Sage, she has been expecting to say hello for a good 5 minutes (more if you listen to the people who say dogs anticipate our arrival for much longer - which I get)  At this point she is displacing on the other dogs, and some times even urinating with excitement.  She wants to say hello.   So this hot shot trainer - that I am meant to be - failed for a long time to have the dog of our dreams…