The Rip Van Wrinkler, XXV, Issue 3, August 2021
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F U N N Y B O Y D O G S ! ! ! Yvonne 't Mannetje Ashley Lorin I don’t think I can call this one yoga pose. Maybe just pretzel pose.
Tank! Hodges Mark your calendars! Tailgate Luncheon/Meeting, Saturday, August 14th, after Basenji judging,
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Read this, then go hug your dog(s), throw a ball, or go for a walk... I Am Your Dog. I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short. ©2002, Susan Kamen Marsicano - "Inverno, Sempre Moot and Selket".
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