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I
hope you will enjoy the stories I've
shared about my own personal
"family": my dogs, Gracie and Kelly,
my cat, Tutu, and my bird, Albert.
These are about them. My personal
stories as the guardian angel of the
”Tail-O-Pathetically challenged."
Marlo
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Kelly is buzzzing like a
bee.
Kelly’s Story
Kelly is my dog!
I love him dearly and
find him to be the best
companion
I’ve ever had.
It wasn’t always that
way.
Kelly came to me thru
my dog, Gracie.
When Mollee died, my beautiful
Walker Hound, Gracie “told” me
she missed
having someone like herself to
play with.
Off to the humane society we
went and Gracie fell totally
in love with him.
They have been best
friends ever since.
It took me a bit longer
because Kelly had issues!!!
He was afraid of
suitcases and briefcases —
especially black ones.
He was afraid of anything you
had in your hands; once my
cell phone sent him into the
back yard for an hour!!
I’d never seen that
before.
Kelly had come from a
great home and was super
healthy when I got him.
I was told he’d always
been that way. A
water bottle could send him
into hiding and crying "like a
girl.”
Kelly is a big 55 pound
lab mix. Not
pretty to see him like that.
Since I train dogs and have a
fantastic ability as a healer
and communicator with them, I
thought “OK, is this a trick
of the universe I’d get a dog
like this?” Well, of course it
was just about time for
another STORY in my life.
My clients know me well
because I always have some
story to tell them to help
them with their pets.
Kelly is my
personal unfolding story. To
start, I trained Kelly to
“smell” whatever he was afraid
of.
I started small with a book.
He was terrified one
night when I brought the book
close to him and he suddenly
noticed it was a “big cell
phone” or something.
I am big believer in
just talking to your dog or
cat or horse.
I don’t care if anyone
thinks it’s silly or anything.
Just talk out loud to
them.
So, I told Kelly
“I want you to smell
anything you are afraid of”
and we began.
That was three years ago and
he’s always smelling
something!!
He now does it on his
own.
Recently, for fun, I taught
Kelly to buzz like a bee.
That’s right to “buzz
like a bee.” I
used to play this game with
him where I’d take my finger
and act like a bee and pretend
to hold it over him, keeping
him wondering
when or if the “bee” would get
him.
Now, come on, I
know you have done the same
thing with your pets before,
admit it.
Well, anyway, I finally
felt so guilty about putting
him thru such torture that I
felt I’d turn the game around
a bit. So, I
taught him to buzz like a bee.
I just say to him “OK,
Kelly, buzz like a bee” and he
does!!! What is
soooooo funny about it is that
every time I get Kelly to do
this game with me in front of
a friend each friend has the
same reaction.
They get very emotional
with tears in their eyes and
everything and have the most
unusual expression on their
faces. I still
can’t quite make it out, but
it’s almost like astonishment
that Kelly can actually do it.
Each person jumps up
and runs over to him and hugs
him and we all laugh and laugh
and laugh. Maybe
we will end up on Oprah or
something
one day if I can add some more
“sounds.”
I almost ruined this to the
point that there would have
been NO bee story to tell.
I had friends over and
HAD to show off Kelly to them.
I got Kelly to “buzz
like a bee” three times!!
My friends were rolling
on the floor laughing and in
tears by the end. Well, Kelly
didn’t like it too much
because he was used to getting
his favorite treats when he
did something so spectacular.
I was so caught up in
showing him off that I forgot
he had feelings too and worked
for his favorite treats.
So, he went on strike
for about three weeks.
It was pathetic.
I tried daily to get
him to buzz like a bee for me
and noooooooooooo.
Cardinal rule —
treats after every
trick, especially one like
that!!
Finally, he felt sorry
for me and started to do it
again and I always make sure
he gets his favorite healthy
treats.
Well, this
would not be much of a story
if I didn’t tell the “end of
the story.”
Last week I discovered
a big plant in my back yard
loaded with “bees” getting
nectar out of the flowers.
I had walked by it
several times while doing my
laundry in the garage.
I was so glad I’d not
been stung. I
stepped a safe distance away
to get a really good look at
how many bees there were —
wowowowow — there were a lot.
I had my attention on one in
particular; it was amazing how
industrious it was with that
flower.
Suddenly, I became aware
that
Kelly was by me and I looked
at him. I could sense he was a
bit afraid and then Kelly, on
his own, smelled the bee!!
I held my breath, fearing that
any movement would cause the
bee to sting him.
The most amazing thing
occurred. The bee sort
of “shrugged” his shoulders,
now I know they really don’t
have shoulders, but I swear it
looked like the bee shrugged
his shoulders at Kelly and
basically told him to
bzzzzzzzzz off!!
Kelly moved back, and
off into the house we went.
I wondered what I would
have done if Kelly had been
stung by the bee. I'm so
glad we didn't have to find
out. Has anyone out there had
to handle a bee sting on their
dog? Would love to hear from
you on how you handled it.
9:10 pm edt |
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Tutu!!!! A Princess
arrives!!
Well as you all know I have 2
dogs, Kelly and Gracie, 1 bird,
Albert and 1 cat, Roy Rogers. I
had a truly special cat named
Missy. I used to race home just
so I could pick her up and get one
of her hugs. She could give the
best hugs of any pet I've ever
owned. Missy was killed
accidentally and even with all my
pets I was heartbroken. I could
barely function for a short time
my grief was heavy. She was the
best cat I'd ever owned. Well I
decided I should try and fall back
in love again. That's what we do
when we decide to have another pet
"own" us. We fall back in love
saying things like; "I said I'd
never have another..... I never
thought I'd love ....... as much
as.....". I know you've probably
heard these many times.
Well I went onto the Pinellas SPCA
website to view the pictures of
all the adoptable cats. Each day
I'd check - trying so hard not to
think of Missy. Each day I'd have
a new group to "dis". NOT MY
MISSY!!! Then one day there she
was "miss ice tea" as she was
known by her once forever family.
I kept checking on her and after
two weeks she was still there
"miss ice tea".
I
grabbed my sister, Phyllis, and
said let's go meet "Miss Ice
Tea." Wow, she was a looker. She
was so big she looked like she was
wearing a "tutu" like you dance
in. Her body was bulbous and
round like the Kiblan cat of years
ago. She had the cutest tiny
feet. My sister and I laughed so
hard when we saw her in person.
THEN we found out why she was
called "miss ice tea." She
flattened her ears and swatted us
both a good one. She intended to
knock us to the ground I could
tell. Good thing she had NO
claws. Lucky for us. When she
flattens her ears she looks like a
world war II plane ready to
dive!!!
I tried and
tried but could not figure out a
name for her until I remembered
about the TUTU I felt she looked
like she was wearing. It didn't
really fit her nature, she is a
wild and violent kitty. She
tolerates no nonsense from the
dogs. If they start play fighting
she lets them know that she
doesn't like it by running into
the middle of them and "slapping"
the heck out of Gracie and Kelly.
Two days ago she had poor Kelly, a
55 pound shepherd, cornered after
he accidentally stepped on her
tale. I heard him whining. She
was actually staring at him with
one paw raised to slap him. She's
got them under her paw. Tutu fit
her body so well. So one day I
told her what do you think? She
looked at me and I swear she said
it was fine with her. She is
nothing at all like my missy.
Hugs!!! Good god that is for
sissies she let me know. Kisses,
ploooey - she spits and shakes her
head if you give her any. She
will let you rub her body and her
face endlessly without any
complaints but none of the "Missy"
stuff. Funny, I don't care I'm in
love again......
2:45 pm edt |
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Kelly
Kelly is my dog Gracie's "dog."
When Mollee died Gracie really
wanted another playmate. We
decided what she wanted and a trip
to the Humane Society produced
Kelly. At first I didn't like
Kelly that much. Gracie loved him
at first site. He wasn't enough
like Mollee. I was still in too
much grief over losing my best
friend of 16 years. Each evening
when I'd go to bed - Kelly would
be at one end of the bed and
Gracie at the other. I'd tell
Kelly that I was going to return
him to the Humane Society and
apologize profusely to him about
it. He'd always look at me with
such understanding. Suddenly, one
month had gone by and there he was
STILL at the end of my bed. Where
had all the time gone by? Then,
that next morning I woke up and
got my "Kelly Cuddle" where he
threw his lab mix body over mine
to wake me up and I knew without a
doubt that "Kelly was my dog,
too!!!"
12:56 pm edt
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Talking to your pets!
The other day I
saw a man on the street with his
dog. He was jerking him
around like he was some sort of a
"rock" or toy. No real
communication was going on - this
was a possession not a family
member. Someday science will catch
up to us ordinary everyday pet
owners who know that our pets for
sure talk to us and we to them.
Just try giving your dog one
cookie when you have more in your
pocket! No way my dog Kelly
will not try and get that other
cookie!! Mollee was amazing
when she wanted to communicate to
me about something she wanted.
She would "stare" at me with a
certain "look" then when she
didn't get what she wanted she
would stare at me with ANOTHER
"look" and on and on from being
sweet and cute to down right
antagonism!! Sometimes she
even became a "thief." Oh
she would hang her beagle head and
act like she knew she was wrong
and when I wasn't looking she
would trot off, tail wagging and
quite content with herself.
I'm sure she thought "Mommy bought
it again" which, of course, I did.
She had me trained well.
There was so much love between
Mollee and me, and anyone could
see that "communication" when they
were around us. It was
tangible. It would be nice
to see everyone at least treating
their pets as if they too were
five year olds who could
understand when they were being
treated like an object rather then
a sentient animal. Marlo
Kinship with All Life by
J. Allen Boone
In my last blog I talked about my
dog Mollee and how I discovered
her "looking up at the stars" one
evening before she died. This
haunted me for quite some time.
The manner in which she was
looking - really looked at
"something" in the night sky. I
had the feeling there was really
something out there among the
stars that she was looking at.
Then I got a book by J. Allen
Boone. It's out of print but I
bought it thru Amazon.com. Mr.
Boone speaks about "Strongheart"
- an incredible German Sheppard
and the first real "actor/dog"
movie star. I recommend this book
to all animal lovers. Mr. Boone
speaks of this experience one
evening in the hills of California
- On
one of their many walks they
reached a favorite area of that
Strongheart loved.
"Strongheart
sat on the ledge as though carved
out of granite. He was motionless
but intensely alert, with his ears
straight up in a listening
position and his eyes and nose
aimed forward. For a long time I
watched him, trying to discover
the focal point of his interest.
I moved until I reached a place
where I could watch the front part
of him and see his field of
vision. To my amazement, Strongheart
was not watching anything before
him at all. His gaze was focused
on a point in the sky considerably
above the horizon line. He was
staring off into fathomless space.
Out there beyond the ability of my
human senses to identify what
it was, something was holding
the big dog's attention like a
magnet! And it was giving him
great satisfaction, great
contentment, great peace of mind.
That fact was not only written all
over him; it was permeating the
atmosphere like a perfume. I had
watched human pilgrims in such
meditative poses on sacred
mountains in the Orient. I
wondered...and wondered...and
wondered..."
This then was my answer to
my experience with my Mollee when
I watched her looking up at the
stars. She too was like
Strongheart. She too was getting
great satisfaction, contentment
and seemed somehow
experiencing peace of mind. That
beautiful haunting gesture of
Strongheart's in the 1920s was now
my answer to my own haunting
memories of Mollee's. There is
truly a Kinship with all life.
Now I know......don't you???
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Looking up at the Stars
My beloved Mollee did something
before she died that stayed with
me to this day. One evening as
she was beginning her journey to
leave her earthly life I
discovered her outside. I looked
at her from the window. She
didn't know I was watching. She
was very intently looking up at
the night sky. She did this for
quite some time. I didn't even
realize until then that she or any
dog for that matter could focus on
one area like that for a length of
time. I watched her for a good 5
minutes and decided that it was
too private and really her time.
What was she looking at?? In my
next blog I will talk about an
answer. It came from another very
special dog named "Strongheart."
He was the first dog movie star
from the 20's. In his story I
found my own answer. Marlo
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Relieved from
duty — A job
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Mollie
Mollie is my wonderful
Walker Hound dog, saved from the Georgia
floods. She has given me 16 years of joy
and happiness. She has also been a
fantastic teacher for me. I learned that a
dog at any age can learn new tricks.
Mollie was 15 when she learned to "crawl."
She enjoyed learning her "back from death
routine." She would play dead and then I'd
pretend to resuscitate her and after the
3rd chest compression she'd spring back to
life!! She loved performing for "cookies"
and would not work for anything BUT food.
I'm sure all of you out there can relate
with your own pets.
Mollie died in February of
2006. We had a 16th birthday party for
her. She got tons of emails and calls from
her friends. She got any and all food she
wanted that day — 2 McDonalds
cheeseburgers, Chinese food, cakes and
cookies. She left her body peacefully
surrounded by my other pets and her closest
friends.
I
had taught Mollie to "go to her mark" which
is what a person or dog must be able to do
when they are on a movie set and preparing
for a scene. I felt so happy I'd taught
her that because I know she is now on her
"mark" in life.
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