This guy. This guy is my life. My soul. I believe that you can have many soulmates. Even though he’s “just a dog” to some, to me he’s family.
His name is Landon for those who don’t know. And Landon has changed my life. I know I have mentioned this before, but it’s no less true now than it was when said before.
I tell him that today is the day that I love him the least because tomorrow I’ll love him more. And it’s true I love him more and more everyday.
For finding Landon had brought me patience. Finding Landon has brought me peace. Finding Landon has brought me love. And most importantly, finding Landon has helped me find myself.
This is so ridiculous! I don’t understand what killing stray dogs has to do with the Olympics? Because people will find them dirty, or irritating, or whatever? Have the Russian officials thought that there are stray dogs in every country? People from around the world are used to stray dogs. Sadly, the death of millions happens every day around the world. The problem isn’t the dogs, it’s the people who owned them that decided that they didn’t want them anymore and let them loose. Or those that didn’t spay/neuter their pets and bred puppies who in turn ended up unwanted. Then are the natural wild dog packs that exist in nature. Yes, they do end up in cities. They migrate, it’s what they do when they are looking for food.
Humans are the reason for stray dogs. So what do we do? Murder, maim and torture them to control the population that we let get so out of control. Shame on us! Shame on Russia for deciding this is the way to go. Shame on everyone who turns a blind eye to this. We’re the problem. How much money goes into the production of the Olympics? How much of those funds could be used to help solve the real issues at hand? It’s so sad that this is what we resort to when there are other, more humane ways. Makes be ashamed to be human.
What is going on Alberta? No, I don’t care about your day to day first world problems. What I want to know is what the hell is with this recent string of horrific animal cruelty? Don’t get me wrong, I know this goes on every day and that animals are tortured and starved and God knows what else, but I am talking about the dogs and the cats that had tape wrapped around their mouths that we left to suffer and die. The one dog outside of the Gunn area was alive, but sadly hasn’t been spotted in days. His chances at being alive are non-existent. And now I find out about a puppy that has a hair elastic embedded in his neck. Yes, I said puppy. A puppy that can’t be more than three or four months old.
How does one even bring them self to do something like this? I cannot imagine doing that to some poor creature. I don’t want to understand how people can do this because to understand it, would be to empathize or sympathize with the aggressor and that is something that I will never do. I will never condone acts of violence on animals. There is absolutely no reason to intentionally inflict pain, fear, torture, or abuse of any kind onto another living being. Although, I know I’d be okay if it were being done back to an abuser. Hell, I’d personally help out.
When I look at my dog Landon, I am always filled with love. Pure, unconditional love. He is my best friend. He has seen me at my worst and never judged. He makes me laugh and brings out a smile when I simply have none to give anyone else. If anyone were to hurt him, I can simply say that they would wish they were dead. It’s not a threat or a promise. It is just a fact. Same goes for any other animal. If I witness any acts of cruelty or violence, I will get involved. I will glad stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves.
I guess I am ok with the fact that there is media coverage on this because then people can see what is going on. And don’t give me that complete bullshit of not wanting to see these images or things that are disturbing like this because I don’t want to hear it. You can’t stand to see it? Then perhaps you should do something about it. It upsets you? How do you think these animals feel being neglected and tortured everyday at the hands of some sicko? Can you look at your own pets and tell me that if it were them, you’d not be upset? If so, then head over to Facebook and de-friend me now because I don’t want to know you. These stories make me cry my eyes out daily. But these stories also keep me humane. They keep me passionate because I will never stop fighting against animal abuse. I will not stop until the laws against animal abuse are made harsh and are enforced strictly. This is my purpose. This is my fate.
The day I stop fighting will be the day I take my last breath. This is the promise that I make in memory of those that had their lives ended by some sick, sadistic bastards. And if you are one of those bastards, I will find you and I will end you.
I’d love to know where you stand on this! Please send me your comments and questions!
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and there are a few places in my life that need to be shaken up. So I’ve made the choice to do just that. After seven years at one of my jobs, it is time to say good bye. The owners have sold the store and I’ve been with them since the beginning and it’s time that I leave as well. It’s bittersweet but also a necessity if I am to move forward in my journey. Money may be tight for a bit, but I am not worried. Stressed maybe, but I know that things will be just fine. I’ve been applying like a mad woman for work and I know that something else will come up.
I have also made a choice that I think will benefit me in the long run. I have been thinking about taking a dog training course for the past few months and I almost wasn’t going to do it. But every time that I think about doing it, it just feels right. I feel like I am taking steps in the right direction. I feel that I can successfully combine the education that I have received in writing with the education that I will receive in the dog training program and make a career that I passionate about as well as successful in.
People say that things happen for a reason. Well, I am a believer of this saying and I believe that I am meant to do something in this world that I am passionate about and that I will be good at doing. Education is never a waste and by furthering mine, I know that the steps I am taking now, will lead to more mountains climbed and a better view at the top!
Well, the 30 Day Moksha Yoga Challenge ended on Wednesday, and as I said in a previous post, challenge it was. In the end, I didn’t end up making it to all 30 practices, but I can honestly say that I am proud of the progress that I made. I grew as a yogi and I grew in my soul. I definitely would take up another challenge. I believe that it helped me realize what I want out of my life and what I need in my life.
I gained focus, determination, strength. Not only physically but mentally. Mostly mentally. I pushed myself when I was well and I took time off when my body needed it. I listened to my body and I can say that I have not being doing that at all lately. I haven’t been feeling well and have been struggling with huge bouts of fatigue. The 30 Day Challenge helped me realize that I need to get back to my core health goals. I need to be well.
In order to reach some of the goals I have, I need to be healthy and I need to take care of myself. I cannot let myself get run down like I have. I have to take care of me in order to take care of others. My happiness and sanity depend on it.
I’ve been thinking about taking a dog training course. My passion and dedication to the well-being of dogs and other animals is quite apparent. I truly believe that I meant to follow this path in my life. However, I have not given up on writing as I think I am meant to combine my passions. I’ve done it with dance and writing and now I want to do it to help animals in need.
I’ve thought a lot about this while doing my challenge and I truly believe that I can be happy and successful and reach all of my goals if I follow my heart. My heart says that this is what I need to do right now. So I am going to go for it.
I haven’t written in such a long time, yet when I sit down to actually do some writing the words don’t seem to want to flow. I feel tapped out of my creativity and like I have nothing to say. I want to write, I really do but I am just not able to produce anything. I feel like I have nothing to say even when I have too much that I want to say.
The topic that I seem to be the most passionate about is dogs. Landon has been such a huge inspiration to me and knowing that there are literally millions of dogs out there that have no homes, and/or are being abused, neglected or worse, really makes me want to do something. I know I can’t help them all but I also know that I can do something to make a difference. I just can’t sit idly and let horrible things happen to innocent creatures. Especially when those creatures offer us all of their love and trust.
I’ve been looking at going back to school to take something in the veterinary field or dog training field. I feel like this is something that I am meant to do. I haven’t made any firm decisions yet, but the more I look into courses and what’s offered, the more interest I have and the more I am certain that I am meant to do something to help.
I will figure this out. Maybe I am meant to get more education in these subjects so that I can write about them and share my knowledge with others. Maybe I am meant to combine the my two passions to create a life path that I truly enjoy. I can’t just slug my days out at a normal “9-5.” I don’t think I am meant to.
So here I am. Trying to carve out a new path in my life. One I can be truly be successful in and passionate about.
I wholeheartedly agree with this post. Jean, you didn’t deserve Cocoa for all those years. You abandoned her when she needed you the most.
To the lovely, caring soul that adopted her, you are my hero. You have Cocoa something that is priceless. I am terribly sorry for your loss. Cocoa is now watching over you and smiling. Thank you for being her saving grace. ❤
Hello. You don’t know me, and for your sake, you’d best hope and pray that you never have the misfortune to meet me.
How do I know your name? Because the people at animal control gave me Cocoa’s intake sheet. You know, the one you filled out. The one that said Cocoa was 12 years old and you’d had her all those years. The one that said you were moving to a pet-free apartment and couldn’t take your faithful companion of 12 years. You know, the one that you said was a “sweet old girl- a wonderful companion.” The one that said you had limited funds.
Here’s the thing, Jean. Oh, I didn’t ask if I could call you Jean but I’m going to. Or I could call you a number of other names, none of which you’d like very much. When I saw Cocoa’s picture on the…
