I woke up this morning wanting to just let loose and play. So I salute the dogs of this world. I want to go to the beach, or a walk in the woods with the dogs. Or go and collect some rocks, what ever whim that floats into my head. But when I sit and think this out, common sense sneaks in and I remember that I have Motherly obligations and chores to do.
I would be willing to go anywhere or do anything with anyone today.
But instead I will find that magical spot and have fun when following the rules of life and get my chores done.
I am dreaming up some money saving ideas, some very worthy ideas. I will share with you later. Today is an excellent day for focusing on making money and saving it.
Anyone have ideas to share with me??
This is a link to a dog game called ‘Doggy Day Care’ found at AddictingGames.com
When I love it I link it.
Play Games at AddictingGames
Dog is God spelled backwards.
I am now at the stage, about the dog issue. Where I have had a couple of encounters; where the dog showed me it wasn’t afraid of me. This helps because I can gain faith that not all are bad and even if they smell my fear they don’t respond to it as they did right after the attack.
Then there are the times, like I went to go to the grocery store. I parked, got out, headed for the door, then I noticed a dog waiting by the doors. It was not chained, it was sitting there loose. I stopped and decided I did not want to go near him so I went back to my car and drove home.
On Friday I thought I saw 2 dogs in the hallway of the rehab place. I told my case worker and she looked at me funny. So I was seeing things. But the thing is this morning in the gym came in a dog from behind and did feel him approach me and I had an adrenaline rush. The worker there says to me that it was not planned, how that a dog happened into the room. Was by chance, I think not. Nothing is by chance. Correct??
As I walked today I went by a store of books and this one caught my eye. I think these pages came to me for a reason, just as I said, not by chance. I need to make light of my dog attacks, and know not all dogs or humans are mean like the ones I have met.
I don’t like it, but I have scares from my attacks and I am afraid of getting more.
One of the reasons I have a Gratitude Rock.
I have all these rocks I want to give away. I need to give to you. So send to; beannie151@gmail.com and tell me your address. Then I will mail to you, your rock.
Every year in Canada, thousand of people are bitten by dogs and the bites are often severe enough to require emergency medical attention, even hospitalization. This is how Jane Wilson starts her article in the Performance. She says, she is surprised to find out that a third of the bite victims were not interacting with the dog in any way at the time of the attack - they were simply in the dog’s territory.
Canada Post has released a new video detailing a dog in an aggressive behavior. Showing you how to look for signs of dogs in residences and demonstrates how to behave when faced with an aggressive dog. The training video was produced as a result of Joint Health and Safety committee. It is what they say “a training video. “Made for trainees, people who have just started in the delivery industry. ”
They need to recognize that this is an aggressive video and they have some employees that the video would harm. For me it was just that.
It was decided I should watch this video three weeks after my white dog attack. My white dog attack was so scary and I made it out of there with out getting bite. I did every thing right. I did not need to see this black dog attack a person who is dressed how I dress. It brought back to me the feelings of the bite I did get. I want them to understand that showing this video should be done with great care. The film is very descriptive and violent in nature. The images displayed are violent and show anger toward the letter carrier. They need to be supportive of their employees and instead of forcing an employee to view this video, maybe could they think about the outcome of viewing this, for each person is different and it may bring out reactions even worse than mine.
When I went to the Butchers house I met a dear friend of his. His name was Roman. He was as strong as his name is. He felt it was his job to keep my attention on him the whole time. Our WoW girl actually put him in his kennel because he just wanted to be by me all the time. He startled me several times but we managed to play and laugh. He would run up their deck steps and down, then up again and then down. He would go after a stick the Butcher would throw, way in the yard for him. He would go as fast as he could, get it and get back. Once he took my arm in his mouth like he was holding my hand. I yelped like he hurt me, but he didn’t hurt me at all.
I took my camera and here is Roman.
This is me and I am nice
This is me and I like to play
This is me and I love my owners
Hey see me, see me
ok, ok, let’s play all day.
Stumble it!
