Getting a grip on your dog's emotions
There are some dog writers, like some authors of popular fiction, whose latest works I never miss. via Times-News
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#1 Nov 10, 2007
I was walking and saw the side of a face. I then saw a baby's face appear and grow into the same face I had just saw. I was at work,for a temp service, which happen to be on the 8ht floor. It was my third day. I saw the face again, which drew mye to the window. The face blew from its mouth. There was a dark, cloudy dust. From the center of the cloud came the brightest light. when the cloud disappeared, the face was looking upward . I did the same and saw JESUS on the cross . There were 3 people bowing. That then grew out . The face reappeared and was followed by many more of the same face, but different colors. The face returned and was facing an evil one. The good face had a sword coming from its mouth into the face of the evil one.Ive seen the goodface before.It was after that day, I began to see the evil one. I was able to show it to family and friends. I was getting my DL. in north of town. When I made it home, suoth of town I could still see it. I ran inside to get them. They and saw it. I the pointed out many more evil faces ,they were in a circle . it scared me of how I felt it was looking at me. I stll read clouds,but it comes good with bad.
#2 Nov 28, 2007
I think so.
My Wolf-Samoyed cross is beyond beautiful.
Anyone who knows me from Vancouver, was first captured by my White Wolf.
I've learned real humility from being with him.
He generates a compliment from just about everyone who likes dogs.
And sometimes he causes people to yell out from their cars stopped in traffic "What a gorgeous animal!!!" as if he were a hot chick. Guys as wel as women.
Ali's pure white with a runners deep chest and a jaunty curled tail when happy. A slinky Wolf's tail when tense. He's long and Wolfie looking in the body about 100 lbs, carries himself well.
Ali has a wolf's coat of fur, a coarse outer and tight down inner. He sheds all year round. The three of us occupy my tiny studio apartment Ali, me and the hair.
He has brown eyes and a pinkish nose. A wolf's face. There's no mistaking the Wolf in him.
He's silent except for a warning woof if someone gets too close. Born wild and still don't like people approaching him unless they are sweet talking girls with trays of chicken breast meat who don't mind not being able to touch him.
That takes real effort, and patience over weeks.
This strategy works well for Al, the girls love him being hard to get. He has a rich life of girlfriends that keep him well treated. Sometimes he won't come and ask me for his supper for a couple of days straight. I used to worry but they only feed him the very best of meats and treats.
I've learned not to worry about him and run him beside the bike around Vancouver from dog park to dog park pilling on the exercise kilometers at his trotting speed. At that speed we are as fast as quick walkers slow joggers and no threat to anyone's safety.
It's a nice speed to smile and say hello to people on the sidewalks. We stop to talk often.
He is a puppy lover like me and people are amazed at how gentle he plays with their young dogs.
I'm getting him to kiss (He likes female large breed pups) on command. About half of the time its really cute when it lands sweetly on her face but some of the time he gets the wrong end.
I swear he understands about a third of the words that I use and he does talk, woo-wooing me when he wants something.
He's usually silent but once in a while in the summer, when an ambulance gets all the dogs outside on their porches going, and then all the coyotes across the street in the railway yards start a yipping, Ali will give voice.
It is a raw, unpolluted with canine sounds, call of the wild. We are between two buildings and the sound from his private hillside perch is amplified. When he goes full throat it is the primal sound of the Wolf. The sound of him is truly awesome to hear. The hair stands up on the back of my neck as he goes on for a full minute of warble.
About 3 seconds into it, every other critter in the neighborhood has become dead silent. People ask me if it was him that they had heard in the middle of the night, for days afterwards.
He instantly changes the landscape to some primitive forest wilderness when he lets go.
I kind of like him.
I think I'm gonna keep him, he is awesome Karma...
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