Meaningful Dream

Nov24

This morning, 25th November, around 6am, I woke up from what I believe was a potentially important Dream.

These are the notes I scribbled down: Was in work clothes, high heels. There were other people in the dream but not sure who they were. Work colleges I think, mainly women. There was a street. I had to run a work errand and went along a street to collect some jewels. I don’t think the jewels were mine but I had to collect them for someone.

To collect these jewels I had to climb down a ladder, a metal ladder that went from the ground straight down (imagine climbing down into a submarine kind of thing). I climbed carefully down this metal ladder in my high heels (highly unusual as I seldom if ever wear high heels) and at the bottom I was in a small room. At the end of this room was a room (office) with a window. In the small room a woman worked at a desk. I went up to the office window and said I was here to collect some jewellery. A tall man, dark hair, big strong chest yet not fat, (ie; my ideal man) business like clothes on suddenly appeared. He smiled at me and said ‘hello digger’. He came out from the office with the jewellery (a necklace I think it was) in his hand and then asked me, smiling, ‘would you like to go to lunch with me?’ I of course said yes and then promptly woke up. I knew immediately this was a powerful dream. I admitted to myself, lying there in bed, that yes I really would like a partner and that I’m ready for a wonderful man to come into my life.

I also think this dream is trying to tell me something about ‘my shadow’. And that when you dive down into the depths of your shadow you will find jewels there. I’ve read a few books on the shadow, and have done ‘work’ on it/with it many years ago. So the jewels being down there makes sense, but the man bringing the jewels to me and then asking me out on a date doesn’t.

I’m also wondering if this dream may have something to do with my astrological 12th house. I’ve seen a couple of posts from Facebook Friends about the 12th house and recently have been trying to figure out what my Jupiter conjunct Juno in Leo in my 12th house might mean with regards to relationships.

Would love to hear what others think……. 🙂

Brilliant BB

Aug27

Yesterday BB blew my mind! As many know, Bossdin was famous here in Dunedin for ‘playing golf’ and finding the golf balls for his regular golfing buddies. In the afternoon, with our ‘regular’ Wednesday golfers, he surprised me by watching the Tee shots (Bossdin’s most favourite part of the game), something up until now he has shown little interest in. When Brendon hit one straight into the trees he seemed keen to go and find it.

To be honest I wasn’t really expecting much from him. I also had a fair idea of where the wayward ball had gone. We set off, with BB on the long lead. All of a sudden BB stuck his nose into a group of bushes. I thought to myself… ‘no this can’t be the right place, the ball went further than this’. But then I remembered how Bossdin would do exactly this, stick his head, quite definitely into bushes or the long grass, where he thought the ball was (and experience taught me that Bossdin was ALWAYS correct.

I didn’t think there was a hope in hell that Brendon’s ball would be there, but because I remembered how Bossdin would act (and that BB was acting the same way) I thought I should at least look. So I looked.

And yip, sure enough there was a golf ball there. I was shocked beyond belief…….. It turned out it wasn’t Brendon’s ball, his was slightly further up the course, in another bush….. as I thought…. but that’s not remotely important. BB watched the tee shot, knew the ball went into the trees and found a lost golf ball in approximately the right place. I really couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was incredible.

BB is now 8 months old

BB is now 8 months old

Bailey: And how a love affair with dogs began

May25

Bailey

His timing left a lot to be desired. Having recently separated from my live in partner I had decided to treat myself to new cream carpet throughout my house. Winter was approaching and carpet would be so much warmer under foot. I had also decided to get a dog in the spring.

My ex-partner hadn’t liked dogs, he was a cat person, so to comprise we had had goldfish. Yes I know, go figure. When he left I liberated the goldfish to my neighbour’s fish pond and started thinking about ‘my dog’.

I was sure I would just ‘know’ who ‘my dog’ was when I met him. I already knew he would be a male and that I would most probably find him at the SPCA pound. I had fairly strong feelings on what breed or mixture of breeds he would be, the type of colourings he would have and that he would be about 6 months old. I didn’t want a very young puppy; I wanted a dog that could stay outside in my fenced yard while I was at work. I certainly didn’t want him until the spring as the thought of muddy footprints all over my soon to be laid cream carpet was not appealing.

He however, had other ideas.

I have always been a fairly intuitive person and believe that the spirit or soul of an animal or person lives on once they physically die. So, it was no real surprise to me when I suddenly felt the spirit of a dog walking beside me. I felt the presence very clearly on my left hand side, mainly while I was out walking, which I did a lot, but also at other times.

After a while I surmised that it was most probably our old family dog Rolf. Rolf had been in spirit for about three years. He passed over about the time I got together with my partner. I say passed over, but in truth my Dad and I had had to make the heart wrenching decision to have him ‘put to sleep’. He was ill, having terrible seizures of some kind my Dad had said. I’m just glad I never witnessed one. Dad said it was awful. If it was actually Rolf who was walking beside me it made sense that he would show up once my dog hating partner was no longer living with me.

It was comforting having Rolf with me, I wasn’t exactly sure why he had come but I wasn’t complaining.

Shopping for the carpet was a relatively painless experience and I managed to track down Reg, a great carpet layer who had many years before done a wonderful job of laying my lounge carpet. Reg and Tony duly arrived to lay my pristine, cream, wool carpet throughout the two bedrooms and hallway of my wee cottage.

Reg was also a very spiritual person and had been just starting out on his journey when I first met him all those years ago. In the course of my new carpet going down we chatted about spiritual matters and I just happened to mention that for the last wee while I had been feeling very strongly the spiritual presence of a dog beside me. Reg asked if I had had a dog while growing up and I said, yes, we had a family dog. Officially Rolf was my brother’s pet, because I had my pony Silver, but I loved him just as much as Jeff my brother did.

“He’s probably wanting to come back to you” Reg said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.

Then Reg proceeded to blow my mind somewhat by telling me that he was quite convinced that the last three dogs he had had were all same dog. What he meant was that his original dog reincarnated and found its way back to him again and then again.

I stood there taking this all in open mouthed. While I had for a very long time believed in the concept of reincarnation for humans it had never occurred to me that it might also work like that for animals. Wow! I thought.

A few weeks after the carpet was laid I was sitting at my desk at work one Thursday morning and I suddenly I got this overwhelming, loud message pop into my head out of nowhere.

“Get up to the SPCA pound now, your dog is up there and will be put to sleep if you don’t get him today.”

‘What the hell’ I think. I try to ignore what has just happened, writing it off as nonsense but keep getting the same message over and over again in my head. In the end I give in and at lunch time jump in the car and head off up to the pound.

Once I get there I wander around a bit, not quite sure where to go. I don’t see any people about. I do however find a pen with a nursing bitch and six very young puppies. All the puppies come running over to the fence to see me and I notice their gorgeous colouring and markings. I say out loud to them “You cuties are the right colour to be my dog but you are far, far too young. My dog is much older than you guys, sorry.” And I go in search of a staff member to find out where the dogs are that are available right now for adoption.

I’m taken down to a different area of the pound and see all the dogs that are currently available. I wander up and down the row of big cages, looking at all the dogs but none of them looks or feels remotely right to me. I walk back to my car and getting into it sit there for a while pondering what has (or more correctly, has not) happened. I say, out loud;

“God I don’t know why you have sent me up here today, I don’t understand. I didn’t see my dog, I don’t think my dog was here, what is going on? And anyway, I’m not ready for a dog yet. I don’t have all the things you need for when you get a dog, especially a kennel. Please just give me two more weeks. Give me two weeks to get organized and get a kennel built.”

I drive back to work still confused.

I spend the next week and half buying doggie things and my Dad builds me a kennel for the pending new addition to my family of one. I ask all the contacts I have, especially farming contacts if anyone has any young pups they don’t want. All my enquiries draw a blank. I decide to put an advertisement in our local newspapers big Saturday addition that goes out all over the province, seeking a tri-coloured, male pup of around 6 months of age.

I’m at work on Saturday and check the paper to see that my advertisement is there. It is. Above my ad though is another ad saying something along the lines of ‘cute tri coloured puppies free to good home’. Out of curiousity I ring the number and ask how old the puppies are. I’m told they are only about 6 weeks old. I immediately say “oh I’m looking for a much older puppy” and then I say “but do any of them have wee brown bits above their eyes so it looks like they have cute eyebrows?” and the girl on the other end of the phone says “yes they do”. I hum and ha on the phone and then say “well I think they are too young but I’ll come and have a look anyway.”

I get the girls details and at lunchtime take off from work to see them. I arrive at the house and the puppies are gorgeous, as all puppies are. The girl shows me which ones are available (because a couple are all ready spoken for) and in the course of our chatting I ask her how did she come to have all these young puppies, where was the mother?

“I rescued them” she said. “How do you mean?” I reply.

“I volunteer up at the SPCA pound and all these puppies were going to be put to sleep because the mother wasn’t looking after them properly, I said I would take them and try to find homes for them to save them” she said.

My heart skips a beat at this point.

“When was this?” I ask. “When did they almost get put to sleep?”

“Two weeks ago” she says.

I go cold and realise exactly what is going on. ‘Bloody Hell’ I think to myself.

I’m in a bit of a tizzy as I realise the significance of this. I see now that the message I got was correct. I understand immediately that I’ve been given a second chance with one of these puppies. I asked God to give me two weeks to get myself organised and that is exactly what I got.

There are two puppies I can choose from so I choose the little boy who is the smaller, almost runt of the litter. I give the girl all my details and we agree that I will collect my wee fella in another week or so after they have all been vet checked and had their first vaccination. I go back to work.

In the next few days, because of my own ad in the newspaper, I’m offered quite a few different puppies from different sources and just to make sure that I’ve done the right thing, I go and look at some of these dogs. None of the other pups I look at feel quite right and I become confident that despite him being much younger than I was anticipating, or wanting, he is in fact the one for me, my dog.

I get a call from the girl early one evening asking if I can take him early, he’s at the vets. I rush over to the vets to collect him. He’s going to be ok. I take him home, it’s Friday 4th of July 1997. American Independence Day.

And with this gorgeous bundle of puppy fluff I fall madly in love and start a new and exciting journey, and gain a new identity; Bailey’s Mum.

I don’t know if Bailey was Rolf returned. At times I thought he might be, based on his first immediate reactions to meeting some people he’d never met before, but people Rolf had met. But in all honesty I didn’t think about it too much. It was just not that important. All I knew for sure was that Bailey was clearly destined to become my dog.

And despite me not even recognizing him when I first saw him, the universe (or God, call it what you will) arranged itself perfectly so that he was brought back to me within the two week time frame I had asked for.

Bailey passed in October 2007. I have felt him with me on many occasions. I am quite convinced he helped and played a role in bringing Bossdin into my life because he knew Bossdin needed me terribly. I believe I will always be with these two special dogs from now until eternity.

(If anyone reading this is really interested in this topic, check out the facebook group I co-run called Pet Reincarnation) 🙂

Happy Days

May23

Five months old and shooting up at a somewhat alarming pace, BB and I have settled into a pretty comfortable daily routine. I’m trying to be ‘tough’ and not let him come and sleep on the bed with me until around 5am in the morning. Some mornings though it’s been 3.30 – 4am when his sad little whimperings of  “Mum please let me come and cuddle with you”  have gotten the better of me and I’ve succumbed, letting him join me a few hours early.  Realistically, how could anyone deny those deep, soulful brown eyes.

Hard to resist these eyes

Hard to resist these eyes

Speaking of soulful…… despite believing in reincarnation for pets since it was first suggested to me in 1997, it had never entered my head that there might be mediums who specialise in talking to animals instead of people. Doing an internet search on the subject I came across a few different people who suggested the following when looking for your returning pet :

  • You will just feel when it is right. Your heart will know. Take notice of your dreams. Follow your inner knowing and intuition.
  • Trust that the signs and details you are receiving are correct. Everything is connected, there are no coincidences.
  • Annette Betcher says ”  Sometimes you can hear about a situation that sounds too good to be true but when you actually meet the pet, you don’t “feel” it, if this happens then it isn’t right for you … “
  • A returning pet will display some characteristics or traits that they portrayed in their last incarnation. They may also have some traits, abilities or characteristics that you had wished your departed pet had.

Those last two are very relevant to my situation. The Heading Dog pups who were also born on Christmas Day just didn’t feel right for me and when I was determined to go and see them I got a sicker and sicker feeling in my gut, so I didn’t go.

And, I used to wish that Bossdin would watch TV with me…… yet despite me trying on numerous occasions (especially when Golf was on TV, or Sheep) it was like he couldn’t actually see what was going on on the screen. BB does watch TV with me. I say “Lets see what’s on TV” and he immediately looks up at the TV and watches for a wee while (depending on how tired he is).

Snoozing after watching some TV with Mum

Snoozing after watching some TV with Mum

I also used to wish that Bossdin would actually bring the ball/toy back to me when I threw it for him. But nope, despite months of training and treats he just wouldn’t do it. BB, once he realised what toys were, delights in bringing the toy back to me and climbing into my arms for a cuddle as he does it.

I’m starting to wonder if I should have named him “Cuddles” as it’s not only me he bestows his affections on. Once he has met you, as the Chisholm Park golfers are discovering, he seems to think he’s made a friend for life because when he meets you again, a day, a week, or a month later, he’ll trot up to you, tail wagging, face grinning and wrap himself around you with youthful exuberance. Very few people have not succumbed to his charms…..

Now there is No Doubt !

May10

Saturday 9 May 2015.

Up at the crack of dawn (before that actually if truth be told) I’d finally written another post and got it online. I’d played with ‘his lordship’, cleaned up the chaos he’d created in the kitchen, and done some gardening outside. By 11.30am I was exhausted again (I suffer from the chronic illness ME/CFS) so went to bed for a wee nap. BB also needed his mid morning siesta and happily took himself off to bed too.

As I was drifting off to sleep, thinking about the blog post I’d just written and how I’d seen BB twice carry his ears exactly as Bossdin’s ears were all the time, I suddenly received a telepathic message from Bossdin. Yip, I truly did. In my half awake half asleep state I heard him talk to me as clear as day. It was freakily wonderful!

He said he was aware I was still that teeny tiny bit worried that he wasn’t actually back, residing in the new Huntaway body. He knew I was struggling somewhat with his new ‘look’ and the lack of white on his coat. He said he obviously couldn’t change his colouring but he could change the shape and carriage of his ears (abet briefly) to let me know once and for all it really was him. He said he knew I would immediately recognize the significance of his ears suddenly changing style.

He was right. The second time it happened I leapt up and went to get my camera thinking, ‘I’ve got to get a photo of this ‘cos no one will believe me when I tell them’. But then of course the moment had passed. I haven’t seen it happen again. I now doubt I will ever see it happen again. I have no idea how it happened in the first place.

Immediately after he told me this I felt immense joy, love, peace and happiness and drifted off to sleep.

I feel like our connection has deepened enormously since this happened.

I’ve experienced a few ‘odd’ things in my life but I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before, something So clear and So definite. Who knows if it will happen again. I hope so!

Settling in

May8

Boston Breeze (BB) is now 19 weeks old. He’s been back with me for 6 weeks. It’s been a roller-coaster ride of joy and exhaustion. I’d totally forgotten how full on puppies were, how you have to watch them pretty much all the time to make sure they aren’t attempting to eat/chew on something they shouldn’t. I’ve loved every minute of it.

I had no idea what to expect with regard to BB being a reincarnated Bossdin. I still don’t. BB is a Huntaway dog and Huntaways are very different to Heading dogs. BB looks completely different to Bossdin. I have to confess, the lack of white on his coat has taken a bit of getting used to. As has his already deep and powerful ‘voice’ !

Because everything pointed so, so strongly towards BB being ‘the one’ I figure (hopefully) that he chose this body and this breed because it is genetically strong and very healthy. Poor Bossdin was beset with multiple health issues way before the horrendous insulinoma arrived and finally took him from me. And, I think back to that ‘message’ from Neal Donald Walsch in November, the one I deleted that said

” It will never return to you in this exact form, and it is not intended to. If it returns at all, it will be in a higher form. That is the purpose of its leaving. All of life only improves itself.  It can’t do anything else. This is called evolution.  Trust it.”

There have been a few times when I’ve noticed him doing things that I didn’t expect him to do, things that Bossdin did. Small things that make me think “oh, Bossdin used to do that.” I have no way of knowing if those things are just common ‘dog things’ or are actually something else.

My eyes nearly fell out of my head however, and I thought I was seeing things the first time he trotted towards me with his ears pricked up and one ear was folded over in half, exactly like Bossdin’s were. It was even the same ear!  This has happened twice now and I have no idea how because BB’s ears are so incredibly different from Bossdin’s.

BB and Bossdin: Totally different ears!

But I know what I saw.

Very Strange!!

And the very first time I took him to the golf course I was curious as to how he would react. I expected him to be a little unsure, as this was our first real venture out from home. But nope, he trotted out onto the 8th fairway as if he owned the place. For those that don’t know Bossdin’s story click here:

https://bossdin.wordpress.com/2014/09/06/about/

to read about how famous Bossdin became because of his love of golf and his ability to find and ‘hold’ players lost golf balls.

So there we are on our first ever visit to Bossdin’s old stomping ground and all of a sudden BB hears some people’s voices coming from the 10th green. He takes off up the path to see what’s going on and upon cresting the small rise and seeing the golfers on the green he promptly sits down to watch them. That really surprised me! Bossdin lived to watch and ‘play’ golf. BB showing an interest in watching was not something I expected. It will be interesting to see what happens when he gets older.

Path that leads to the 10th Green.

Christmas Gift Homecoming (part 3)

Apr3

In the course of one of my many conversations with Maree she told me about her beloved horse Lily. Maree had Lily for sale to a select owner only. An owner who would love and cherish Lily as she had. After many, many months a lady contacted Maree about Lily. It turned out that this lady had seen Lily on quite a few occasions but the situation was not quite right for her to purchase her. This time however things were different.

The lady came to Maree’s wee farm and to Maree’s amazement when they went out into the paddock to see her, Lily walked straight over to this total stranger and rubbed her head gently on her chest. Maree told me she could not believe what she was seeing.

Suffice to say, it took a wee while for everything to pull together just perfectly, but in the end Lily found her perfect human to take her on to the next stage in her development.

This story gave me comfort while I was still looking for Bossdin. It made me remember how I hadn’t recognized my first dog Bailey when I first saw him, but the universe arranged itself in the most incredible manner so that I ‘found’ him again two weeks after first seeing him.

I had secretly thought to myself ‘wouldn’t it be amazing if when we get to the farm where my new boy is he comes out and comes straight to see me’. Kind of like how Lily went straight over to her new owner as if she had known her all her life. But I didn’t actually think there was anyway that could possibly happen. I had no idea what we would find when we drove down the dusty, dry dirt road to the farm where my boy was. I imagined that the puppies would be in a pen somewhere near the other working farm dogs.

I had prepared myself for the fact that most probably my wee fella might actually be a little hesitant, or even a little scared of these two strange women he’d never seen before coming towards him.

What actually happened blew both Maree and I away.

We’re driving slowly along the gravel drive and come to the yard gates and fences of the farm and there sitting calmly at the edge of the gate is a wee pup.

“Oh my God Dee he’s sitting there waiting for you” Maree exclaims “He’s waiting for you. Is that him?”

“I’m not sure” I reply and get out of the truck.

I crouch down by the side of Maree’s truck and call out “Come on puppy, come on”

And to my absolute astonishment and delight he comes gambling over to me, looking at me with the most incredible look and buries his head in my lap for a cuddle. I know immediately it is Bossdin. He had the most soulful look in his eyes it was unbelievable. I think Maree was right, he was waiting for me.

BB

The trip home was a breeze. He whimpered once, then when I got in the back seat with him, he looked at me again with those incredibly soulful eyes then, knowing he was safe, promptly sprawled out and went to sleep.

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Welcome home my most beloved boy!

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Boston Breeze aka BB

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My Christmas Gift (part two)

Apr3

Continuing on………

Early on Monday, March 10th I found some Heading Dog puppies that were free to a good home here in Dunedin. The photos didn’t tell you which ones were the males, or, what their date of birth was. They were listed as being 9 weeks old. Because I was aware that no one else would be as anal as I was about a dog’s date of birth I flicked an enquiry email off to the owners asking when were they born.

Two hours later I saw another ad, this time for Huntaway puppies. The covering photo showed a cute wee pup with a smidgen of white on its nose. These puppies date of birth was listed “Born 25/12/14”

I didn’t for a nano second think one of these puppies could be ‘my dog’ (despite the correct birth date) because they were Huntaways and I was looking for a tri-coloured Heading Dog. But, just to ease my curiousity I flicked another enquiry email off to the owner asking, which one was the male?

A few hours after that, the phone rang. It was Maree. She was incredibly excited and asked had I seen the Huntaway pups up in Christchurch who were born on Christmas Day. I told her yes and that I had emailed the owners but didn’t really think one of them could be Bossdin. Maree kindly offered to drive me to Christchurch if I changed my mind about the pups.

A few more hours after Maree’s phone call I went back online to look at those Huntaway pups again and the photo of the pup with white on its nose had disappeared. I assumed this meant that puppy had suddenly sold.

Later that same evening I got a reply back to my enquiry about the Heading Dog puppies here in Dunedin. “Born on Xmas Day” the owner said, and had enclosed a photo of the two males. “That can’t be right, it’s a trick”, for some reason, was my first initial gut feeling upon hearing this news. I couldn’t fathom this feeling, wondering if I felt like this because the male puppies didn’t have any white on their faces. I realised the photos may not show the dogs accurately and thought I’d be much better to go and view them in person.

I swapped another couple of emails with the owner on Wednesday (11th), saying I was keen to come and see them and would ring to arrange a time. Then I asked, given they were 11 weeks old, had they been vaccinated. ‘No’, came back the reply. For some reason this really freaked me out and really put me off. I rang my vet clinic and spoke to a vet nurse about this. She said it wasn’t insurmountable it would just mean I’d have to keep him inside a lot longer.

And then I started feeling sick, feeling upset as if I was going to burst into tears at any moment. Actually it was a feeling of dread, overwhelming dread, which of course made no rational sense at all.

I was determined to go and see these puppies, and the more determined I was, the more sick I felt. After a wee bit I realised that this ‘sick/dread’ almost on the verge of tears feeling was a feeling I’d had two times before in my life. On both other occasions it was nonsensical, there was no rational reason for me to be feeling that way. On both other occasions when I finally realised that awful feeling was trying to tell me something and I changed my mind and decided not to do what I had been planning to do, the feeling went away, poof, just like that gone.

I decided to hang fire and not rush out to see those Heading Dog puppies straight away and just like the last two times, the awful feeling I had disappeared immediately. Strange!

But while the feeling of ‘dread’ went away, my feelings of desperation, grief and confusion returned in abundance. I went to bed early that night in an effort to just sleep and disappear from the situation for a time. I woke up at 4.30am on Thursday (12th) to:

Me and you
And you and me
No matter how they tossed the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me
So happy together

Google told me the song is called “Happy Together”. It’s so old it’s a relic of the Ark almost. Definitely not something I can ever recall hearing as an adult.

Black Friday the 13th got me thinking more about why I had to wait two more weeks. I suddenly remembered that I actually met my hubby to be for the first time on March 15th all those years ago. “Crikey I thought, that would certainly be a ‘sign’ ”. What if I meet/see/find Bossdin online for the first time on the 15th ? I told a friend who knew all about my ideas on this, that I had another date in my head, a date I wasn’t going to tell anyone else, a date that also might be very significant.

So March 15th rolls along and I’m online scouring all ten of the dog websites I belonged to looking for ‘him’. But nothing. Nudda. Zilch! I go to bed around 10pm (late for me) thinking to myself “Well you were WRONG about that one girl”.

Next morning I’m checking my emails as usual and see a reply to a Trade Me enquiry I’d made. “What enquiry?” I say out loud “I haven’t made any recently”. I open up the email and it says:

“Hi, Sorry for the delay. Picture 1 is the male. Thanks”

I still have no idea who this is or what inquiry it pertains to (because I’ve made SO many) so have to click on the link to open up the actual advertisement to see what it’s about.

And there, once again, is a picture of the Huntaway pup, the one with the tiny bit of white on its nose. The picture that disappeared off that advertisement back on March 10th within a couple of hours. The Huntaway puppies that were born on Christmas Day. So I now know that that pup is a male. I’m still not taking that much notice until I go back to my email list and suddenly see that this email actually hit my inbox on Sunday 15th of March. And, to my amazement, at exactly 11.11pm

11.11 is a well known spiritual number/idea

15 March sign

I’m shocked. I know this is a ‘message’. But I’m confused…..a Huntaway….. I don’t know anything about Huntaways…. They bark rather than eye the sheep, they are often big and burly not fine and more delicate like Heading Dogs…. How will I exercise a Huntaway enough if he doesn’t take to golf? ….. All these thoughts are charging round in my head confusing the hell out of me.

Then I look at my other emails that came through on the 15th. And this is there from Brenda Ann Babinski’s “Pieces of Me”

Pieces of Me 15 March

Ummm I think….. someone’s trying to tell me something here….

I email the owner of the Huntaways back, asking a few more questions, the most important one being, have the pups had their vaccinations? She replies with ‘No’ they haven’t. By now I’m realizing, due to the sheer number of ads I’ve seen for working dogs, that many farmers don’t vaccinate their puppies before they are sold. So I don’t freak out to quite the same extent, but I’m still struggling to get my head around the fact my boy might have come back as a Huntaway.

On Tuesday 17th of March another “On this Day in your Life” email from Neal Donald Walsh is waiting for me when I get up.

17th March

Holy Shit!

I ring my friend Ian later that morning and tell him about the 15th of March sign and now this one. He also seems shocked at the relevance of the NDW one. Of course I also speak to Maree. When she reads the NDW one she’s convinced the male Huntaway MUST be ‘the one’.

I email the Huntaway’s owner again and say I’m very keen but would have to have him vaccinated first as the easiest way to get him to my place is via the Pet Bus. And to travel on the Pet Bus puppies must show their vaccination records.
I wake up on the 18th to find a reply from the owner saying yes, if I want him she will get him vaccinated. YIPEE.

But then we hit a snag. The owner will be away on the weekend that the pet bus goes through her small town and there is no one else who can put the puppy on the bus for her. Shit!

I email her back saying “There is the possibility a friend could drive with me up to get him. But my concern is the trip home and stopping for toilet stops for him…… that’s why for me to have him it’s crucial he has that first vaccination at least. I’m terrified he could catch something (parvo) on the way home just from a simple toilet stop, because they can…… and I lost my last beloved dog (heading dog) to a dreadful incurable illness late last year and just couldn’t handle another sick dog.”
I sent that email at 8pm and expected to find a reply waiting for me on the morning of the 19th (remember, I have “Bossdin is mine again” written in my diary for the 19th ).

I go to bed. I’m emotionally drained. At 3.30am on the 19th I wake up after the weirdest dream. The dream vividly portrayed the two choices I had. In a nutshell I eventually realised, despite my initial confusion, that the Huntaway pup was ‘The One’. I go back to sleep. I get up early and check my emails for something from the Huntaway’s owner. There is nothing. There is however this from Brenda Ann Babinski’s “Pieces of Me”

For Wednesday, March 18, 2015
The exhilaration of movement after months and months (and years for some of us) of waiting patiently brings an almost frantic energy to the day. Our wildest dreams are being realized and what seemed so far off in the distant future is now coming into our reality. And all we want to do is move as fast as we can to keep up with the influx. The energy is frenetic, but we are being guided to take a breath and to slow down, for just a moment, and to get our fuzzy little ducks in a row.
Get organized. Use that logical brain and figure out how to best get things done. Consult an expert or mentor for advice and then take it. Heed whatever guidance comes our way. We are coming onto our destined soul path so it’s important to keep our eyes on the prize. Life loves us and we are supported in all of our ventures right now. Let’s just GO FOR IT.

Oh My God !!!!!!

By 9am I still hadn’t heard anything back from the owner so rang the mobile number that they had listed. I got a bloke. Her partner. I did not gain any confidence from speaking to him, in fact he put me off entirely. He also said to me “other people are interested in the male” and that put me off even more because it truly sounded like a ploy to try to get me to pay more money for the pup. I asked him to please get his partner to check her emails; I’ve explained everything in the email.

At 1pm an email came through. Suddenly I now had to pay extra if I wanted the pup vaccinated (she hadn’t mentioned I’d have to pay more when she first said she would get him vaccinated for me). This made me a tad annoyed. Just a TAD! And confused all over again.

I rang Maree who thankfully said to me “forget about the people Dee, don’t worry about them, think only about the puppy. Before you rang them you were sure you wanted the puppy right? ” And yes, that was right. Maree also said that she was more than happy to drive me up there to get him; it would be an adventure, a mission.

By now I’m a basket case and sent this email back to the owner:

“Yes can pay the extra for the vaccination. But, can you get it done tomorrow? Only time I can collect him is Tuesday 24th in the morning (unless you are coming south at all and I could meet you somewhere) ?? and I wouldn’t want to take him if he had only had the vaccination a day or so before a big trip. Thanks”.

Then I left the house and went for a walk down to the sea. I was a wreck. For all I knew she might think selling him to me was just too hard and might sell him to someone else. I had no idea. It was now totally out of my hands. It was in God’s hands.

Walking back down the road to my house I started to cry. Despite three months having passed since Bossdin crossed the Rainbow Bridge I still wasn’t able to walk anywhere without crying. By the time I got inside I thought I’d just go straight to bed but then at the last minute decided to turn the computer on and check my emails. The tears were still streaming down my face as I turned the computer on and found this from the owner:

Yes he is booked in for Friday morning.
Tuesday morning is fine to collect

Thanks

I dissolved into a blubbering mess. I balled and balled. All of the grief and all of the hope I’d been clinging to finally broke free. I managed to find the phone and ring Maree. “We’ve got him” was all I could sputter out before kind of convulsing with huge raking sobs. Thankfully Maree was able to take charge and said she would organize everything, that I didn’t have to worry about a thing. She said she was looking forward to planning this mission………….

He’s Back! My Christmas Gift arrives (part one)

Apr2

He’s Back: Welcome home my beloved boy!

It’s been a long, hard, emotional roller-coaster of a journey these last 12 weeks (3 months) but with great support from some of my fellow dog loving friends, I got there in the end.

I need to go back a bit to mention a significant ‘message’ that arrived in mid November of last year from Neal Donald Walsh. I subscribe to one of his weekly emails; The “On this day in your life” series. Anyway, back in November the weekly Tuesday email came through, I read it, went cold and then promptly went into denial, refusing to believe it could be true. I was so angry with this ‘message’ I deleted it and somehow also managed to delete it completely off the mail server as well. At some point in January I remembered this posting and went searching for it on line. I eventually found it and here is what it said.

1st ndw

You can see why I originally deleted it! I was not ready to face up to the truth that I might not have much more time with my beloved.

In the month and a half leading up to Christmas there were about six separate occasions when I was lying with Bossdin in the hallway cuddling him, knowing he was not quite right, and I said “Mummy knows you are not well puppy, Mummy knows. You will come straight back to me won’t you, if you have to go sleepy-times forever?” And each time I asked him that he turned around and immediately licked my face. He never normally licked my face.

As already mentioned in my previous post Bossdin passed on Christmas Eve. I had hoped to have him at home with me for a few days before burying him. It was not to be. I awoke on Christmas Day with a song playing over and over in my head. I had no idea what it was. I put the few lines I had into google and quickly discovered it was John Denver’s Annie’s Song …..

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you,

let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms,

let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you.

Come let me love you, come love me again. …….

I knew this was a message from Bossdin.

Bossdin was buried in my garden on Christmas Day. I realised the fact it was Christmas Day was significant and had a few vague ideas as to why. But it was a few days later when it really dawned on me that IF he was going to come back to me it would make sense for him to be a Christmas Day baby.

The reason this resonated with me was because my most serious relationship to date was my marriage (when I was very young). Meeting my hubby (now ex, but I have no regrets at all) was a predestined event. It was Karmic and was never not going to happen. My hubby was born on Christmas Day.

I alluded to “The Greek” in my last post. Our meeting was also a matter of destiny. Unbeknown to me in the beginning, Greek’s don’t celebrate birthdays like we do. They celebrate a person’s ‘Name Day’.  The Greek’s name day was Christmas Day. Rather than detail all the very ‘odd’ things that the Greek did that were exactly the same as what my hubby did, it’s sufficient to say I believe that he and I were meant to form a lasting relationship. But we didn’t.

Opportunities will be presented to you along the journey of your life but it’s up to you to take advantage of them, or ignore them, the choice is yours (free will).

So I got to thinking (rightly or wrongly) that given just how much I loved Bossdin (I frequently referred to him as ‘The Love of my Life’). And, just how much Bossdin loved me (people who knew us often commented on it) it would make total sense if Bossdin reincarnated into a new puppy body who was born on Christmas Day. To help cement this idea and make it more real I started saying out loud “Thank you God for bringing Bossdin back to me……” I wrote a wee note and stuck it on my fridge so I could see and say it often.

SONY DSC

I noted in my diary that on the 19th of February Bossdin would be 8 weeks old (if born on Xmas Day) and would be legally allowed to be rehomed/sold etc from now. I knew I would have to start scouring the online pet sites looking for him from about the 5th of February as some breeders advertise their puppies as becoming available from 6 weeks of age.

While I waited I tried to stay positive, and, hoped I wasn’t going stark raving nuts. One night in early January I woke up in the middle of the night and remembered something my friend Steve had channeled through to me possibly 20 years ago “partners will be made available to you but they may not be as you expect”….. or words to that effect.

Remembering that again made me think I MIGHT be on the right track with my ideas about Bossdin……but I was struggling. I was having trouble keeping my enormous grief at bay. On the one hand I truly do believe in reincarnation and know that the body is just a temporary ‘vehicle’ we use for each life time. On the other hand I was dealing with the day to day reality of not having my beloved boy with me. I missed him so much I was practically incapable of dealing with the outside world. At home I was ok. I wasn’t ok anywhere else. So I just stayed home. In the midst of one of these dark days another Neal Donald Walsh email came through…..

Arrived 12 Jan 15

And then a few weeks later when I was again in a dark place and doubting EVERYTHING this one arrived

Arrived 2 Feb 15

By now I was fairly sure I was on the right track and I was looking 3-4 times a day online for male, tri-coloured Heading Dog puppies. I ‘knew’ that the best way for me to recognize Bossdin would be by how he looked. I was sure he would look nearly identical except for the white stripe on his face this time round would be thin and would go right up between his eyes.

On Valentines Day I was on Trade Me looking for puppies and ‘got told’ to put an advertisement up seeking a Heading Dog pup. I resisted doing this but the feeling began to get so strong, a feeling that it was important I do this, that in the end I thought ‘bugger it’ and made up an advertisement and posted it online. I got numerous people emailing me offering me their dogs. None of them were young pups or Heading Dogs however.

I then received an email from Maree, a friend of mine from years gone by. It turned out Maree had recently just lost her beloved boy as well and like me was looking for another baby to love. We rekindled our friendship and picked up as if we had just seen each other yesterday.

In the early hours of Wednesday 18th of February I woke up to another ‘message’ in the form of an old song.

“And it’s alright and I’m coming home we’re gonna get right back to where we started from, Love is good, Love is strong, we’re gonna get right back to where we started from”

The artist is Maxine Nightingale and these are some of the official lyrics:

Ooo and it’s alright and it’s comin’ ‘long

We got to get right back to where we started from

Love is good, love can be strong

We got to get right back to where we started from

……. …….

A love like ours (A love like ours)

Can never fade away

You know it’s only just begun

You give me your love (Give me your love)

I just can’t stay away

I know that you’re the only one

This song gave me enormous hope that I was on the right track.

I did have a time limit of the 7th March on my ‘wish’ but sometime toward the end of February I woke up to yet another song, this time a Phil Collins one, saying something about waiting and being a bit more patient. Despite searching I couldn’t find the song this time.

On Sunday March 1st I ventured out to a gardening store but ended up bursting into tears when I saw the big pet section the store had recently added to its premises. I was becoming desperate of ever finding Bossdin again.

I rushed to my car and eventually composed myself enough to venture into the near by supermarket to get some milk. As I walked into the supermarket the song playing through the stores speaker system was Adele’s

“Never mind I’ll find someone like you……. I wish nothing but the best for you…..”

This was now the second time I’d heard that song when I was having a real down moment, and, was in the supermarket, of all places.

I think that song somehow came from Bossdin (where ever he was in his new body) because he was worried I would give up too early and take another dog in my desperation to have a dog again. He was worried I wouldn’t wait for him.

I knew I had to extend my time limit by two weeks to the 19th of March, with the 21st being the absolute cut off point. I then wrote in my diary for the 19th March, “Bossdin will be mine today”. That didn’t mean I would necessarily have him at home with me, it meant I would have found him and would have committed to him (as in told who ever his owner was that I would have him).

On Saturday the 7th (of March) I was once again online looking and suddenly there was a dog. A dog who was the splitting image of Bossdin. He even had the thin white stripe going up between his eyes. He looked exactly as I expected my ‘new’ Bossdin to look. This dog was a male, needed a new home and was 3 years old. Of course he couldn’t be ‘my dog’ because he was too old. However, if I hadn’t extended my time period out by two more weeks, I would most likely have taken this dog. And therefore would have given up (or come to the conclusion I was totally nuts) on finding my beloved Bossdin again.

That Saturday afternoon, I felt exhausted so went to bed in the afternoon for a nana nap. I woke up at 7.15pm to the lyrics of an Annie Lennox song “It’s alright Baby’s coming home……”.

And, just in case you are wondering, I don’t listen to commercial radio (so therefore am not ever hearing music or songs on the radio), and these days I seldom play my music cds. So all these songs I was mysteriously waking up to were not songs I had heard recently or were even particularly familiar with……..

Continues on in part two and three