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I rescued a Human Today.

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.

I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I don’t want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someones life.

She got down on her knees and spoke softly to me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.

Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.

I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.

I do not know who the author is, sorry

You stupid dog

I will walk to the ends of the earth
Just so you could follow me
Dance with reverence and with mirth
In the sprinklers of summer lawns
I will let you eat my hamburger with cheese
Ride in the front seat of the truck
I will say “it’s ok” and stroke your head
When you vomit all over my lap
Because I love you
You stupid dog

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I will wade through knee deep snow
Through the dark and in the cold
In naught but slippers and a robe
To save you from the frozen drifts
I will drive you to the vet
When you shouldn’t have eaten that
Spend my grocery money on the bill
And never once complain about it
Because I love you
You stupid dog

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I will chase you down the street
And stop traffic to save your ass
I will not give a second date to any man
Who doesn’t love dogs or cats
I will smile when you howl
My hearts lifts when you bay
The neighbours might not like it
But I don’t care of they complain
Because I love you
You stupid dog

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I will run and play with you
While you are still spry and young
And try to take good care of you
As you slowly age and grey
To you I will always give my best
And always try my damnedest
To keep you happy and healthy
And sneak you table scraps
Because you love me
You stupid dog
Because you love me

~ Juniper 2009

We need a pagan monastery or seminary or retreat in Canada, how come all those Americans and UKers get them and we don’t? Well folks, I have the land. Come and make it yours! Yep yep. But more on that after Beltaine folks.

 
I am crazy, crazy busy with Beltaine preparations. I spent about 3 hours yesterday up at the grove, moving rather large rocks around. I need a big strapping man or farm-hand to come help with these freaking rocks.
Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to try to pry a big stone out of its resting place with a stick? Very. I almost impaled myself yesterday. The stone was victorious and will not circle round the grove but stay where it is. The bastard.
I decided to make the fire pit in the grove as small as I dare. No sense in encouraging folks to try to build a massive fire in the middle of the forest after all. Plus I figure a smaller pit will be easier to jump. I wouldn’t want to land IN the belfire ouchies!

 
The horses got out the other night as a big storm passed through. I politely asked Taranis and Thor to stop scaring my horses with their thunder and the storm moved on. But not before Morgan scraped her leg in fright. Poor little girls, things are so new and scary to them.
After a lifetime around dogs, its interesting to switch gears and deal with prey animals. You handle a prey animal a lot differently than and hunter or scavenger that’s for sure. These girls are not large dogs!

Fortunately, the whole property is livestock fenced, so even though the girls got out of their pasture, they were still safely on the property. I’m glad I have gotten in the habit of closing the gate at the hiway though. We weren’t doing that before the horses came. As when I went to round up the girls in the morning, there was horse tracks all the way down the drive to the gate and back.
Come morning the girls were waiting by the gate to their pasture, wanting their grain and fresh hay and happily followed me back into their pasture. Then I had to have a look at Morgan’s leg (no easy feat with a barely harness broke yearling) and off to fix the fencing where they broke through.

After their adventure though, Magick seems to have come around. She is a very bossy horse and wants to be lead mare. You gotta watch her as she will bite and kick and charge you if she can. I’ve been swotting up on my horse body language, to better deal with her. But after their night out in the storm, she seemed to decide to try to make a bit of a change. Or maybe I’m doing something better now.
As rather than approaching me with ears back, head high, bum ready to spin and kick, she stood there staring at me for a minute. And I “ignored” her while she did so.
Then I swear I felt something between us shift. She turned so that she was completely facing me (no butt out), put her ears forward and her head down. Then slowly walked towards me in a proper respectful manner. She stopped just short of pressing her nose against my sternum and just stood there, waiting. I slowly raised my hand and let it rest in her vision by her head. Slowly, slowly, she leaned towards it until I was touching the side of her face. Suddenly she relaxed and I then scratched along her jaw line. She leaned into the touch and actually closed her eyes for a moment. Then I walked away from her. I’m lead mare I say when we are done.
But of course, when the next feeding time came around she was back to her old tricks, trying to get me to spill the bucket and pulling the hay from my hands. She got a flick of the rope for that. Back to square one again lol

We have been seeing more and more pets being abandoned with the bad economy.

Most of these people have not cut down their weekend beer fund, but they are getting rid of the kids dog.

For shame.

They don’t have names yet, two filly quarter horses! yay

and with Beltaine around the corner:

Invocation of the Flower Maiden

Not from mortal mother or father was she created
Her body was made and blooded
By the powers of nine most sacred
From the first of fruits
From the fruits of creation
Of highland primroses
Of woodland blossoms
Of earth and fertile soils
Of the flower of nettles
Of ninth wave waters
She is immortal
She is conjured
By enchantments of sage and bard
By the Druid of Briton
Of Eurwys, of Euron
Of Euron, of Modron
Magick greater than five hundred druids
Mighty and wise as Math
Made the Flower Maiden
Forged in the fires of creation
Made by the Magician of magicians
Made by the Sage of sages
When the world was in its youth

(By Juniper, inspired by the Cad Goddeu)

I dunno who wrote this, it’s a variation of a rather well known little “story” based on Norse mythology. Google “Rainbow Bridge” is you haven’t heard of it before. Anyways…

A Rescuer’s Rainbow Bridge

Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined.

All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had been waiting a while for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch

It wasn’t long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.

He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be.

But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of a spirit who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge and on to the afterlife.

With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, some elderly and some infirm. They weren’t playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway, waiting and hoping.

One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn’t understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for awhile to explain it to him.
“You see, that poor animal was a stray or abused. Maybe if he was lucky, he was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence.
Or maybe, if he was not so lucky, he died alone on the street or at the hands of an abuser. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge.”

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, “So what will happen now?”

As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the rescued and abused animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as if they were in the prime of life and well cared for.

“Watch, and see.”, said the second animal.

A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed her towards The Bridge. They all crossed The Bridge together.

“What happened?”

“That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of her work. They will cross when their new families arrive.

Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn’t save on earth across The Rainbow Bridge.”

“I think I like rescuers”, said the first animal.

“So do the gods”, was the reply.