"I was awakened from a slumber, a bit earlier than normal, for my morning 'Whiddle-Walk'. I thought Barb would be exhaustted after yesterday, but she's is packing the car yet again!
We met 'Donna & dog-Jude' for yet another Matrix-to-Matrix transfer! Another Training session ... on a Sunday?!?!?!
Alas! we landed at a Bobcageon-cottage on Pigeon Lake and I patiently endured (Barb seemed absorbed taking notes & recording the Trainer & Competitor, Irene MULLEN)
Wow! There were some well trained dogs! Barb's setting the proverbial "bar" really high.
No problem! When it's my turn to demonstrate ... she wants me to JUMP outisde of the ring, right?!?!?"
"Ooops! Not what she wanted? But it got a laugh?!
Ah! Back to watching the others!"
"Swimming? I just wanted to soak my belly for the afternoon session. What do I care if my wet chords gather & collect every twig, leaf or patch of moss! Maybe I can get rid of this Lake Ontario smell!?!"
Great home for dinner!
O.K. after all day with BArb, I'll do my evening Whiddle-Wander with Michael.
Barb's in bed so already?! Ooops! Here she is. Great! A raw bone to clean my teeth! I guess I'll have to go to bed stinking like Pigeon Lake.
Life before, during and after Brain Injury: "Letting go and Letting God". My muddled brain has, out of necessity, become more reliant on my the more visual "animal brain". All things brains, dogs and God! (D-O-G is G-O-D spelled backwards!) Life has become Joy filled ... all because of Godès creatures! ThIS second Puli - white, bitch who loves people! - is helping me learn about Life this second time around!
