My magical dog
Animals are souls that speak to us if we listen
I am writing this, exhausted after a no-sleep night, because of my dogs bloody, explosive diarrhea and vomiting throughout last night. Also while sitting in the car, cos that is the only place she wants to be in.
My brain is incapable of writing about art, science, entrepreneurship, philosophy or anything else super complex.
So I’ll write about the magic of my dog instead & let you be part of this aspect of my life.
I believe that just like humans, animals have souls too.
I also believe that animals communicate, not just with each other, but also with us humans. Always.
There are animal communicators out there that use telepathy and their deep connections to animals to communicate with them.
It works.
It works so well, that I decided I will educate myself about it in the future.
Meanwhile, I have always done my best to connect with my dog Buffy, to speak to her & try to understand her as good as I can.
This meant learning about her body language, her facial features & mimics, her sounds and grunts and her daily behaviours.
Yes, dogs have facial expressions, and they do speak to us. At any moment in time.
I had a short phase of trying to use those buttons to press with recorded words on it, she found them boring & was inpatient, so I lost interest too.
I also taught her lots of commands to strengthen our communication.
The by far most convenient one when on walks is “other way” cos then she immediately knows she has to go around the other way of the tree/pole etc. We rarely get tangled up around anything :)
And another one is the bell I installed next to the door, she can push it with her nose so it rings & I know that she needs to go out.
Interestingly enough, she stopped using it regularly, instead I am convinced she is telepathically communicating with me that she needs to go out, cos I usually know. And yes, its random times, she doesn’t have fixed times.
I speak to Buffy a lot. I share what I do, why, where I go, what I want her to do when I leave, e.g. protect the apartment & I regularly ask her what she wants, so she shows me.
She also keeps track of me, e.g. when I work too long, she will come and indicate it’s time to go to bed.
She feels all my feelings & immediately consoles me & tries to protect me. She does the same with people who are close to me.
She is very smart & sneaky & knows exactly what she is not allowed to do & finds the perfect time point to do it anyways sometimes.
I am sharing all this with you, because it feels truly magical. She feels very magical and the bond we have as well.
Since I started to speak more to her and her soul, I have the feeling our bond got stronger, we are even more connected now.
A recent set of communication experiments I have started to do is, to tell her where I want to go to & then I asked her to guide me there, so I just follow her.
She managed to guide me to the art store that we always use the car to go there. She guided us from one side of town to the center, via roads & paths we never walked before. And she took the shortest route. Including crossings with lights & all.
And my sister witnessed it too. It was not just my crazy, delusional dog-owner brain. We then let her guide us to a bookstore and to a café that we never have been to before. She succeeded.
Don’t ask me how, I have no idea how it works. I suspect that she is somehow connected to my brain and imagination, that she might have seen things in her brain, like I do in front of my inner eyes.
Even though I only knew how the café looked from the outside, from a google picture & roughly knew where it was located.
I find this fascinating and magical. And I am continuing doing such small experiments and testing & strengthening our magic connection.
So tonight, when she vomited & diarrhea-d, when we walked outside each time we managed to, I tried to listen to her as much as possible & comfort her.
I did not freak out. I did just a couple of years ago. Every time something was off with her, I went into panic & worry. Not now. I did think about going to the vet, but didn’t say anything to her.
I just assisted her, was there for her, talked to her, sang to her & did all I can. On the walk at 4:30 am I decided to go a bit longer to make sure she releases everything.
But she had other plans. She dragged me to the path that we walk when we go to the car. She clearly wanted to go there, so I grabbed my keys & the decision was taken: we will go to the vet.
I prepared everything, blankets, water, the kitchen towels I used to clean up after her, her bed, my stuffs, tea, a warming water bottle & off we went, 40min drive to the vet.
Long story short: her bloodwork looked not suspicious, clearly heavily dehydrated, kidneys, liver, lungs & heart & lymphatic system all good, most likely some food poisoning & I suspect the carrots I gave her the day before.
But the vet found that she is in fake pregnancy & has a mini, rice-corn sized tumor. She got medication, some pills, probiotics, also an intravenous liquid booster & off back home again.
The rest of the day was refusing to go into the apartment, I had to carry her there though to have her drink & give her some of the pills. After that, she wanted to go out.
I have the feeling she didn’t want to be inside where she vomited & diarrhea-d so much. Dogs dont like when these things happen in their home.
She couldn’t rest though & she started dragging me to the car again. I know that the car is her safe space, she loves it! So much!
So we went to the car, I thought we might as well nap there. Worked so-so.
I have basically decided to live in the car as long as she wants to, cos she finally is able to rest, so am I. I am smashed…
In all these interactions, I tried to stay in touch with her as much as possible.
Maybe it doesn’t seem to make sense for people to hang out in the car on the parking lot. I wonder what they might have thought when they saw me there.
But it all makes sense for Buffy & me. I know this is what she wants, cos she is telling me, with all her different ways & I just listen.
And to me, this is magic, cos she can’t use the same words that I do, but we still manage to understand each other.
Buffy is the first dog that I have so close in my life, that I have the honor of sharing my life with and she is really a very special soul, teaching me a lot & showing me so much about life & her perception of it.
I love animals and I love Buffy more than I can describe and knowing that her little soul trusted my soul to find each other in this lifetime means a lot to me!
Animals are very special, and they deserve kindness, respect, care & compassion and being seen as fellow souls on this ride on planet earth.
That is it for today. I am sure she will soon be better again, keep your fingers crossed for it!
Love,
Daria & Buffy
