What was the last thing that touched your heart?
Posted on Aug 26th, 2009
by
Laurie
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 26, 2009:
When we got home yesterday we saw what at first glance looked like Willa (our biggest dog) holding down Claire (our smallest dog) and biting her. What we discovered was that Willa was using her own teeth to pull thistles out of Claire's coat!

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That was really sweet…
My word! How is it that animals learn compassion for each other? Like raising orphan babies, even if they are from another species. Hmm…
She has learned well from you having a practice. This must run in the family. You are soooo blessed to have a puppychow with such intention. Hugs to Willa!
Asteri, Sandi and Kathy -
Thank you gals for stopping by and leaving your comments this morning. I can tell you that seeing Willa tend to Claire was one of the neatest things I've ever seen. Willa is giganic (an Irish Wolfhound) and Claire's a pipsqueek.
Sandi - we found ”Morning Thunder” by Celestial Seasonings and are each enjoying a cuppa tea right now. Really good! Here's what the box says:
“This blend’s earthy flavor begins with roasted maté, an ancient herb whose oak-like flavor is wildly popular in South America. We combine roasted maté with rich, floral black tea to produce an exhilarating morning blend with no coffee jitters. Maté and black tea are both rich in antioxidants, making this a delicious, healthy way to start your day.“
Also, based on your post elsewhere, I have uploaded Dorothy Benton Frank's book, “Sullivan's Island: A Lowcountry Tale” onto my Kindle. She's a brand new author to me, but I am pleased to make her acquaintance through you.
Hi, Laurie, in reference to the tea, to paraphrase Gaia, “Fire it up!”
Aw… this is such a cute story!!!
I got a few thistles here and there. Any volunteers?
Sandi - Fire it up is more than appropriate – a great way to start the day. Turbo boosted!
Jenny - Thank you for stopping by.
Gabriel - I'm fairly confident that Willa would be happy to do the job. She's a BIG girl. In the event you're not familiar with Irish Wolfhounds, here is a LINK that I Googled. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words!
AAWWWEEEE! Now that has touched my heart =0)
Yikes! There I go, back in the dog house.
Gabriel - tree limbs may be a better choice. Sharing a dog house with Willa could get a wee bit … tight.
Kinda like life isn't it Laurie. It only appears to be a dof eat dog world!
Bob - what an excellent observation! Thank you for sharing.
Hi Laurie,
Many moons ago, when I was just opening up to my inner guidance, it offered to answer any question I might have. After a long pause on my part, it said half jokingly, “Boy are you boring. I offer to answer any question you might have and you can't think of a thing!”
“Okay,” I said, “We live in a benevolent universe, right?”
“No,” it responded, “You live in a dog eat dog universe.”
Then, after a short pause to let that sink in it added, “Either you act on it or it acts on you. There is no middle ground.”
That, my friend, is amazing – in the truest sense of the word!
Laurie, Bob, that is the coolest thing I've read in a long time, and the truest. It doesn't have to be awful, -if- you don't let it be awful. People in rose-colored glasses really do have a rosier perception of life, ain't nothin' wrong with that.
So, Laurie, that is one humongous doggie, I don't think Gabby'd have a chance if your Willa decided to play “Lick the Sloth”, I believe he'd just have to roll up in a ball and take a licking!
The Morning Thunder seems to activate my brain cells without jumping my nervous system all over the place.
Sandi - Yes, Willa is definitely a woman of size. We call her Whiz Bang Willie! When she's done something less than acceptable (sneaks food off the kitchen counter), she hides under the covers on our bed (another no-no) and thinks that because she can't see us, we somehow can't possibly see the GINORMOUS lump! And then when we say, “Whiz Bang Willie” she starts thumping her tail on the mattress and it sounds like a jack-hammer. She's hysterical. Willa is a rescue – she had been beated to within an inch of her life and was extremely leary of people (I completely understand - I would be too). At our house we've loved her to within an inch of her life. It's made all the difference in the world [but I wouldn't want to be a burglar trying to break into our house – no siree].
The only downside is 'poop patrol' – oh lordy, lordy!
At Willa's size, I'm sure she was passed over for adoption several times, it takes a lot to fill up a dog that size. I had a Great Dane named Beowulf and she ate like the small horse she was, and clean up was….. daunting.
Great Danes are gentle giants! I imagine that you have wonderful stories to share about Beowulf.
I like your adjective – daunting – oh how appropriate!
What a beautiful site it must be to see her tail wagging under the covers. That's a heart warmer in itself. Willa's seems like a nice lady. How big is her doghouse?
Gabriel - Willa doesn't actually have a “dog” house – in the winter she has full run of our human house (with her two sisters, Claire and Lexi). We also have a tuxedo cat – Dougan (tuxedo meaning black and white). We have a six-foot chain link fence around our backyard which they all have free run of during the spring, summer and fall. If we get storms during the day, they can let themselves into the garage where we keep water bowls and “princess mats” – thick, comfy dog pillows. They have us trained to give them treats for things like breathing and blinking. I'll be the first one to admit that we are completely and totally wrapped.
Willa sleeps on the floor next to my side of the bed (very protective). She is not my dog – rather, I am her human. I get up at 4:20 each morning and she gets up with me (the other two – Claire and Lexi – sleep in). We have tea together and watch the sun come up (outside, weather permitting). She LOVES the snow. She slides in it. She burrows in it. She can't get enough of it. When she's playing in it (and scooping it up by the mouth full) she looks like the abominable snow-woman. Because of her ginormous size, her life expectancy is short than smaller dogs. Together, we are making every moment count.
She was such a sweetheart, wouldn't hurt a fly, total marshmallow. Johnny and I had 5 commercial greenhouses way back in the 70's and B. would stay there with me. I was raising out some baby chicks in flats, (yes, even then!) up on one of the plant tables because it was so warm in there. I had 50 to start with but they kept disappearing….I walked in one day and there she was, with 2 little chick legs hanging out each side of her mouth and her smiling a sheepish smile around them. I rescued the baby unharmed, I think she had been swallowing them whole, and took her home. I couldn't punish her, she wasn't wrong, I was. I should have known better than to put her in such a position, she thought they were M&M's with legs.
Precious, the both of you and your families.
I don't have any dog stories to share but I love yours! They really touch my heart and it's lots of fun to read them!!! Thanks (I needed a little cheering up and your stories made my day!). :)
Sandi - She sounds like she was a terrific companion. Animals have a way of weaving us right into their heartstrings. And then of course when we lose them, we go down for the count. I think it's because of their unconditioinal attitude toward us. They don't love us BECAUSE of anything. They love us IN SPITE OF everything.
They say a dog is mans best friend. To prove that, try locking your dog and your spouse in the trunk of your car and in a few days see who's glad to see you when you open the trunk.
Laurie, that's the plain truth, if we treated ourselves with as little concern as we sometimes do our animals,we'd all be on anti-depressants. I try to remember that even with my Ladies, and am rewarded with cries of joy when they see me coming with treats, rude indifference when I come empty handed.
Gabby, you just knocked me out with that home truth. That will separate the ones who love from the ones who simply tolerate you.
Great conversation! Love to see a picture of the other dog too, Laurie. They are amazing companions. I have to keep toys in the yard & in the house to keep reminding myself to just take the time out to just play, which is great exercise. Mine loves to eat the strawberries before we do, so I have to hide that crop in the middle of things he doesn't like–then give him a few as a treat. “To err is human” To forgive, canine” Anonymous
Gabriel - For a couple of days?! Well, that would certainly separate the living from the dead.
Sandi - Each month in the HolEssence monthly newsletter we feature a dog for adoption from CEAS (Coalition to End Animal Suffering). It is beyond horrific what some humans do to, or fail to do for, animals. In the September newsletter we are featuring Aiken.
Lee - If I remember correctly, the Schnauzer who made guest appearances in your wonderful ”Organic Gardening Made Easy” DVD was Whisker. And now your lives are being enriched by Pepper.
I will have Len take a photo of Willa (Whiz Bang Willie) this evening. I'll see if we can get one of her standing up next to me showing her height. In the meantime, HERE is one of her 'Catching G Force” from the back passenger window of our car. Yes — I am the brave and daring photographer who removed her seatbelt and stuck her head out the window to capture this shot! Len's adjectives were a wee bit different. If I remember correctly, he used the term fool hardy :)
Lee - you said you would like to see a photo of Willa (aka Whiz Bang Willie). You can view it HERE.