Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2011

Rescuing Pets Matters: Notes from the Disaster in Japan


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UPDATE 3/17:  Welfare groups race to rescue Japan's abandoned animals. 
It is hard to believe that things could get worse but they have. Foreign evacuations have left many pets stranded. 

World Vets is working with local groups - please give them what help you can. 

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This photo appeared in a Japanese newspaper on Sunday. It shows a Japanese fireman returning a little dog just rescued from the mud and rubble to it's owner. It reminds me how important it is to consider the animals caught up in this disaster. Rescuing beloved pets offers tremendous comfort to their owners who are suffering from trauma, grief and shock. It is well known that pets help their owners recover from PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) the pain of which now haunts those who survived. 

Let us not forget that the first responders are dealing with death and pain on a level that few of us can imagine. For them, seeing a survivor reunited with a loved one, whether that loved one has two legs or four, can offer a life-affirming moment of joy. For many of these volunteers it is the only reward they will ever have - or want - for doing this work.

UPDATE 3/15:  Japanese Rescuers Pull Together To Save Pets 

The USDA Emergency Preparedness page notes that:

One of the many important lessons learned after Hurricane Katrina is that making sure pets are safe and well-cared-for during a disaster can make it easier to evacuate their owners - a practice proven to save many human lives.
As Natlie Angier noted in today's New York Times, the Creature Connection is a part of our ancient past and runs very deep. She writes:

Researchers trace the roots of our animal love to our distinctly human capacity to infer the mental states of others, a talent that archaeological evidence suggests emerged anywhere from 50,000 to 100,000 years ago.

Ms. Algier states a fact well known to most pet owners:

People are passionate about their companion animals ... (and) may even be willing to die for their pets. “In studies done on why people refused to evacuate New Orleans during Katrina,” said Dr. Herzog, “a surprising number said they could not leave their pets behind."

Japan has approximately 23 million pets and 17 million children under the age of 16. Please give them what help you can. (1)

If you would like to aid the animals and people in Japan I recommend donating to World Vets and/or Doctors Without Borders.


UPDATE 3/15: World Vets Deploy To Japan

Search and Rescue Teams


The Los Angeles Search and Rescue Team, and their 12 dogs, have just landed in Tokyo (having returned only a week ago from their mission in Christchurch, New Zealand) .

Let us hope that the Japanese bureaucrats who held up the work of search team and rescue teams from all of the world yesterday, keeping them caught in a mass of useless paperwork, are now a bit more cooperative.

Pearl's Story

Perl, a black lab rescued from a shelter in California, now works as a search and rescue dog. Her story has been turned into a book with illustrations from local school children. Sales from A New Job For Pearl will go to go help the search and rescue efforts in Japan.

Cat Island (AKA Tashirojima)

Cat lovers world-wide have been worried about Cat's Island. This tiny island is known for it's population of elderly fishing folks, it's cat shrine and it's many cats. (2) Cat Island is located off the coast of Japn, right near the epicenter, close to the mainland city of Sendai which was hit so hard by the tsunami. Word from a contact of mine in Japan and recent notes at the website Conscious Cats, seems to indicate that many inhabitants did indeed survive, although the dock is destroyed and the 70 elderly residents and the 100+ cats that live there are greatly in need of food, shelter and medical help.

UPDATE  3/20: Latest updates on Cat Island

UPDATE 3/15: CONFIRMED: CAT'S ISLAND SURVIVED QUAKE  


Now, excuse me while I go hug my fur beasts. I will be offering more updates as news comes in on my Twitter page @birdgarden

Go well, stay well,

Sia

Endnotes:

(1) Japanese census, 2009


(2) Wikipedia notes:

In the past, the islanders raised silkworms for silk, and cats were kept in order to keep the mouse population down (because mice are a natural predator of silkworms). Fixed-net fishing was popular on the island after the Edo Period and fishermen from other areas would come and stay on the island overnight. The cats would go to the inns where the fishermen were staying and beg for scraps. Over time, the fishermen developed a fondness for the cats and would observe the cats closely, interpreting their actions as predictions of the weather and fish patterns. One day, when the fishermen were collecting rocks to use with the fixed-nets, a stray rock fell and killed one of the cats. The fishermen, feeling sorry for the loss of the cat, buried it and enshrined it at this location on the island.
Photo:

from
Japan Earthquake Animal Rescue and Support (Facebook Page)


Time to Return the Favor to Japan: One of the World's First Responders. 

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Because sometimes we need to see puppies



Charles Schultz was right; happiness is a warm puppy.

This is Sherman the Airedale babysitting some Scottie puppy friends. Enjoy.

Rex the Blind Airedale:

Meet Rex, another great dog. He is blind. Rex was left in the woods to die but was rescued by kind people. We met him at Doggie Palooza in Portland. His owner, Sean, is a great guy.


You can read about his rescue at Rex's blog:

Northwest Airedale Rescue
is the group that saved found a home for Rex. If you are looking to adopt an Airedale, these folks can help.

Dogs Change Lives - Service Dogs

The website, Dogs Change Lives, has some great stories about service dogs and how they change lives. If the news has got you down and you need to feel uplifted, check it out.

Looking for a Pet? Try PetFinder.

Are you ready to adopt? Then heck out Petfinder.com. Put in your zip code and you can search for rescued/adoptable pets by species, breed, sex, size, gender and age.
The groups and shelters listed here can tell you about each pet's temperament and help you find one that best fits your home and lifestyle.

It's a dog, not an Ipod:

Remember folks: This is an adoption, not a purchase. The animal has to like you as much as you like them and your home has to be the right environment for their needs. If, for example, you are gone all day long and don't like activity, then a Australian Cattle Dog or an Airedale, two working breeds which need a great deal of activity and thrive best when they have mental stimulus, may not be the right choice. Ask questions and do your homework before you choose a breed.

Happy hunting,

Sia

P.S. Congrats to Sadie the Scottie at winning at Westminster Dog Show. Old breeds rule!

If you choose to buy a pet from a Breeder (and I do encourage you to adopt an animal, instead) then please make sure he/she comes from a responsible breeder.

Related Articles:

How Responsible Breeders Differ From Backyard Breeders and Pet Shops

Video: Sherman the Airedale babysitting 5 Scottie puppies via Youtube.

Found at LA Unleashed: Your Morning Adorable

Photo of Rex by HereatWitsEnd - used with permission.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Suryia the Orangutan and Roscoe the Dog



Today I would like to share a video about a friendship between Suryia the Orangutan and Roscoe the Dog.

Enjoy,

Sia

P.S. Congratulations to the folks at the North American Discworld Convention who raised over $24,000 for the Orangutan Foundation International during their Discworld Charity Auctions at NADWCon.

Monday, August 17, 2009

The Coyote Under My Coffee Table


The essay below was written by me years ago in celebration of our dog Ody. We lost Ody to oral cancer in the spring of 2008. We choose to let him go rather than put him through a a series of painful procedures with a dubious outcome. So, with the help of our wonderful vet, Ody died peacefully in our arms as we sang him home.

Ody had a good life with us for many years and we were blessed to have him. I think about him every day but it is only now that I can write about him again.

We miss you, boy. Thank you for giving us so much. Your cat still misses you and sleeps on your bed every night.

Ody was a mix of working breeds, a highly intelligent and loving guard dog, whose dedication to us was total. On the night he died, I stood under the stars, lit a candle and told him, "You are released now from duty - go play!".

This essay is for all those who are lucky enough to have animal teachers.

Sia

THE COYOTE UNDER MY COFFEE TABLE


His name is Ody, AKA Odious, AKA Odiferous. We would often joke that his Roman name was Odious Maximus of Stinkum. His full name, in truth, is Odysseus; so called because he has traveled far and has had many adventures. We call him Ody for short. (1)


Ody is a dog. What kind of dog is anyone’s guess. He seems to be a mix of German Shepherd, Rottweiler and Mastiff. (2) This means that our Ody is a
very big boy. When he is full grown he will weigh over 100 lbs and his head will come up to my waist but right now he is just a big puppy who likes to lie underneath my coffee table and play with his squeak toy.

Ody has three legs, having lost one leg in an accident last December. Our vet says that he was lucky to be missing the back leg as dogs carry most of their weight on the front. It's amazing how well (and how cheerfully) he gets around.

Ody was, quite literally, a Yule gift. When he was younger he lived in a mountain town in California and he was four months old when some teenagers found him, abandoned and running loose in the woods on a very cold and snowy night. Thinking he might die from exposure they put him in the back of their truck intending to take him to safety but they neglected to use a safety tie and he fell out the back of their truck when they made a sudden stop. The lumber truck traveling just behind ran over his back right leg. The bones in his foot were crushed, his ankle was badly broken and his hip was knocked out of place. The boys rushed him to the town Vet, told the staff what happened and quickly disappeared.

All this happened the night of the Winter Solstice. We were in that town then visiting my folks for the holidays, and we heard about Ody from the animal control officer who was a family friend. My husband and I went to the hospital with my parents and we told the Vet that if he could save the dog, we would pay the bills. I never thought we'd keep the dog, just find him a good home. Shows you what I know.

We got Ody set up with a cast and pain medications and he came back to live with us in Silicon Valley. Soon after he arrived we took him to a brilliant veterinary surgeon for further x-rays. The doctor told us that she would need to remove his back left leg, rather close to the hip. Vet bills aside, I was glad we went to someone with her experience because she gave him a kind of kick stand-like stump so that he could sit easily and this will keep his spine well aligned throughout his lifetime. Ody adjusted very well to his new state. As far as this puppy is concerned, he is just like any other dog, wanting to play tug and chase and who's-got-the-toy with energy and joy. He takes walks with me, and his beloved tabby cat twice a day, every single day. It's our little parade. I've trained him to walk off leash and respond to voice commands, which makes it easier on us both. Watching a large, unleashed dog walk happily beside a small cat causes people who don't know us to stare and ask how on earth I'd trained a them to do that. My answer was that these two friends choose to do this all on their own. An honest answer, but it got me some odd looks as if the person was thinking I might must be some kind of witch. But truly, credit for this particular kind of magic goes to Singer, Ody's cat; he just hated to see Ody and I go off and have fun without him. This tabby (a stray who had adopted us one night after wailing under our windows for weeks) would walk several familiar blocks with us, even all around own block; sometimes following, sometimes leading, depending on his mood and the number of leaves he felt like chasing. Singer only balked at crossing a busy street or going all the way to the neighborhood park so often filled with happy noisy children who loved to pet Ody. Instead, Singer choose to wait for us under a neighbor's bush until we came back, rejoining us with happy calls and a high tail. He would then brush against Ody or my ankle and, having reclaimed us as his own, would run on ahead to show us the way home. Out of our all cats (and at the time, we had five, all rescues) the little black and grey tabby was the only one among them who would walk the dog. As a result he was the only cat in the house with sleeping privileges on Ody's big, soft, orthopedic bed, something he took full advantage of.

At the time we got Ody, we had lived in our older, quiet Northern California neighborhood for about a year. Being a friendly sort, I knew my immediate neighbors but only those few families. I love to walk, but I soon discovered that if you walk alone in suburbia without a partner, a stroller or small child in tow, people tend to wonder what you're up to. It wasn't till Ody arrived that I really became a part of our community. When you walk a dog, you tend to meet all of the other dog owners on their daily rounds and you often stop to say "Hi", share doggy stories and make cheerful conversation while your dogs to make each others acquaintance. You might even set up doggy play dates
which tends to lead to parties among the humans, as well. When you walk a dog, you have cart blanch to be pretty much anywhere at any time. You often meet people working out front in their yard and you can admire their gardens or you see them at night, working in their garage with the the light on. We met one neighbor that way; a retired Marine who lived two blocks away, he got to liking Ody so much that he kept dog cookies in a jar in his garage just for him. (Ody loved to go that way, as you can imagine, and usually pointed me in that direction. Somehow he always knew when that man would be out working in his garage, even though we could not see or hear him from our house). When you walk a dog, you meet all the people in your neighborhood who like dogs (and you try to be respectful of the ones who do not). A quiet Korean family lived just across the street and I would see the 80 year old grandmother out working in her well tended rose garden every morning. We would wave to one another and smile in a friendly way but the language barrier and shyness on both our parts kept us from getting much closer. But then we got Ody. As it happened, Mrs Kim's daughter had a small, white, fluffy dog who became Ody's best friend, and I was invited to sit on their porch, breath in the scent of her roses, and watch the two dogs play. (I swear Ody thought that little Coco was some kind of sheep; he kept trying to herd him, but I never told her that). In the process, I learned a little Korean and these people and their extended family are now friends of ours, as is the Ramiez family (two Pomeranians), big hearted, blond Nancy (Ody's human girlfriend who also comes with two black labs and lots of rescued cats) and another gardening friend, garage sale buddy and good neighbor Michelle (she of the Brittany Spaniel).

When you walk a dog and meet your neighbors you also meet their kids and, in our case, you meet anyone with questions about a gorgeous, happy dog with three legs.
It's easy to feel isolated in a suburban setting, especially in Silicon Valley, California, the land of cars and workaholic technophiles, but by walking Ody our neighborhood transformed for me into one huge block party with dogs. Right now, I know over 30 neighbors within a 6 block radius; good people I would never have met otherwise. Thanks, Ody.

Cats are roommates. Dogs are kids

Ody loves to ride in the car, especially when it took him to doggy day care where he is a favorite with the little dogs who saw him as their large and gentle friend. Like all parents, we thought our kid was the handsomest, the smartest and the best. Well, he was.
Vets see a lot of dogs, so when the one you have becomes a favorite at three different hospitals, when they know his name and not yours, and when you discover that the staff don't keep him in his cage but let him hang out with them under their desks in the reception area on his physical therapy days, well then you figure that you've got a pretty neat dog.

I say that now. Two months after we got him I was carping and moaning to friends about all the extra work and trouble Ody caused. Some of the trouble was simple timing; just after we got home with Ody, my husband came down with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized and I soon found my self caring for both my beloved and this new, very large, very needy puppy. This occurred at a time when I was exhausted by the old year and I entered the new year longing for some peace and quiet. Introducing a large puppy into a house with five cats and a person recovering from a serious illness is no easy matter. And if, like me, you haven’t had a dog in over twenty years and you’ve got no idea how to care for an injured one, well! All I can say now, is thank Goddess for our friend M-, best buddy and dog trainer par excellence. But even with her help it was hard because in the middle of all this new life there were other things that needed my attention; there was my volunteer work and my business to run (pesky thing) and the usual duties of daily life. So there were lots of days when something had to give. Usually, it was me.

Those of you who read my essays know I love to celebrate the gifts of organization and cleanliness. " Well," says Coyote, the sly and ancient Trickster, "no more!" My house, let us be frank, is a mess, My office is a joke and my garden (alas!) is sadly neglected. My "look" these days is more "malpropre" then proper. I appear to be "le dame de sac" most of the time. What is worse, I smell like "le chien". My main concern now is to keep enough chew toys in the house.
Cats, simply put, do not do this to a person.

While Ody is a wonder of a dog he is also a world of work and worry. After getting to know him and looking at a full range of x-rays, we realized that Ody was beaten and kicked by his former owner. This explains his fear of strange men. (Except my husband. Ody liked him from day one. Well, so did I.) Even with this abuse, Ody's sweet spirit remained intact and he is very loving and friendly. He really loves women, best, especially blond women like our neighbor Nancy and we think his first human mom was blond. When it comes to blond women and fair haired female dogs, Ody is a terrible flirt and it was fun to take him out in public, but his history of abuse also means that Ody needs a great deal of patience, attention and love before he was safe around men, and like any good parents, we learned to remake our lives around his needs and to teach him lessons about boundaries, manners and trust.

I’m glad to say that Ody has responded beautifully to our treatment of him. He grows happier and healthier every day. He has learn to speak both human and cat and found a best friend in the tabby stray who adopted us last year. He adores my husband who has always wanted a dog. I think by now that Ody has realized that there are more good people out there than bad, and he greets the strange men he meets with less fear and more friendliness then he had before.
If you had asked me six months ago to take on this task, I would have said "No!" very loudly and explained that I did not have the energy, the money or the time to do this work. And yet….there he sits. And here I sit. And it’s all good because I find as I write this that Ody has given me a lot more then I have given him.

Ody has forced me to slow down and take the time to be with him. Like any growing puppy he needs play time every day so I am forced, forced I tell you, to go out into the yard and play ball and hide-and-seek and tug. We talk walks, as I've said, and go out into our neighborhood twice a day. That two, precious times a day that I get away from the clutter and noise that fills my head and just enjoy being. I admire the new spring flowers in my neighbor’s gardens and note the changes in the seasons while Ody sniffs the ground and picks up his own form of information. My husband claims he's "reading his pee-mail".

We go to parks every other day so that Ody will learn how to relate to other dogs and kids and people. We take joy rides in the car so that he’ll see it as a good thing and not fear it as that evil machine that ferries him to the Vet. All this takes time out of my busy day. And thank goodness, say I, for that.
It seems that I got my break, after all. I also got a reality check. Last weekend, I set time some aside to sit out in my back garden with a new book. Sacred Contracts by Caroline Myss has just come out and I had been eager to get my hands on it. So at lunchtime I took my book and a cup of coffee out to our little wooden table and I sat there reading this wonderful work. I began to get deep, deep, deep into the book, and I was enjoying the discussion on sacred archetypes when Ody came up to me, tail wagging. He wanted to play. "Go away, Ody", I said. "Mommy, will play with you later on." Ody brought me his ball. "No, Ody", I said. "Not now. Mommy is reading". Ody dropped the ball and sat at my feet. "Not now, dog, I’m reading!". Ody lay down, put his head down on his paws and looked up at me with big, sad eyes. I went back to my book and continued to read about honoring the sacred in our lives while Coyote sat at my feet. He continued to stare. I tried to read. He kept staring. I looked down at him and it was then that I realized what a complete ass I was being. Here I sat, reading about connecting with nature, while ignoring the loving creature at my feet. So, I put down the book and played with Coyote until it was time to go in. That night after dinner, I sat down on the couch and prepared to read. Ody was in his favorite spot underneath my coffee table. I opened my book and found this sentence waiting for me: "Spiritual insight is not an end in itself, but a means to transform our life on Earth from mere survival and dominance into compassion and service to others." While I read on Ody sat there at my feet, happily chewing on his favorite squeak toy. Now and then he looked up and me and grinned.


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(1) I would come to regret that. I had never read Garfield and had no idea that the silly, dumbo of a dog in the cartoon was called by that name. Still, it worked out in the end. When you have a 110 pound beast, it is wise to call him by a friendly-sounding name (an "ie" sound at the end helps immensely here) and the nickname "Ody" made people smile and relax immediately

(2) Just before he died we took a sample of his blood and confirmed this mix. What surprised us was the new that he was also part beagle (?!?)

Art: Coyote the Trickster by J.W. Baker

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Green Tips for Thanksgiving & Presidential Puppy Watch

Today I would like to share some Green Tips for Thanksgiving from our friends at TreeHugger. These include directions on cooking a sustainable Thanksgiving dinner.





Presidential Puppy Watch:

Meanwhile, the Presidential Puppy Watch continues. Kudos to Michelle Obama and her family for deciding to choose a shelter dog. A lovely story in the LA Times notes that animal shelters around the country are grateful for the spotlight this has put on their work.

Can't Adopt? Why Not Foster?

Shelters around the country are full as more and more people loose their homes. If you can't adopt a pet, perhaps you could be a temporary foster parent to some needy cats and dogs? Share the love - it's a very rewarding thing to do.

Got Blankets?

Shelters also need: dog, cat and kitten food, toys, paper towels, old blankets, cloth towels, and old pet medications that you may have that are still viable.

Cats Like Turkey, Too, and These Cats are 50% Off Through November:

On a local note: The Cat Adoption Team's No Kill Cat Shelter in Sherwood, Oregon is full, and they are offering 50% off of all adoptions for both cats and kittens through November 30th.

Does Fluffy need fixing? They are also offering a low cost spay and neuter clinic through November 30th - Check it out.

Sia

Photo: As part of a campaign to stop puppy mills, then-Senator Barack Obama posed at the Lincoln Memorial with Baby, a poodle who survived a puppy mill but lost one of her legs from the ordeal. The image will appear in the upcoming book, "A Rare Breed of Love" by Jana Kohl.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Leo and the Kittens


Some days you need stories like these: Bravo, little lion heart.

and well done brave fire fighters.

The "gutsy bitzer" will be nominated for an RSPCA bravery medal

Sia

Photo: Leo with Firefighter

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Pagan Movies?: Reaction to The Year of the Dog


A friend recently recommended this movie to me. I looked for some reviews online and found more then I had bargained for (the magical serendipity of Grandmother Spider's world wide web never fails to delight me). The first thing I noticed was the subtitle: which reads "Has the world left you a stray?", a pun that speaks to Pagans in ways the film may not have intended. Then I read several reviews, including one at a Christian movie review website. The reviewer at that site liked the film, but two visitors to the site left very negative comments. Both comments were written by men, and both men feel that this movie is anti-Christian and Pagan in it's tone and it's moral teachings. I haven't seen the film yet (I've got it ordered on Netflix) but I found their reaction very interesting. I am going to quote one of these negative comments in full. I would like to note that I have Christian friends who love dogs, are animal rights activists and even some who are practicing vegans. I frankly don't see how these choices are incompatible with Christian teachings, and neither do these folks.

Below, you will also find some links and a copy of an old essay I wrote about dogs and second chances in 2006. I'm reworking this one for later submission to Vox.

Regards to all here,

Sia

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Negative Review - This is one of the most blatantly pagan movies I have ever seen. The main character who is grieved over the loss of her dog begins to fall into full blown animal worship. Her whole life is totally controled (sic) by her passion for animals to the point that it directs her moral judgment. She steals from work, breaks in to her neighbors house attacking him with a knife just so he would know what it is like to be hunted, has her house over run by dogs, ruins her sister-in-laws fur coats, and blackmails her friends unfaithful fiance' so that he would adopt a dog. It would be one thing if this was all done to get a laugh but sadly it was all to show her as a real person with valid actions. This is a very subtle movie which could easily sway the unsuspecting or the young. After all who doesn't love animals and want the best for them. The problem is when you break the commnandments (sic) of God in order to get your agenda across, however noble it may seem.

This movie is pagan to the core presenting a cosmic oneness of everything. The way this is done is by valuing animal life to the same degreee (sic) as human life, teaching that to save a chickens life so that it may live free is a honorable cause. At the root of this vegan message is a heart that says it is wrong for man to live off the death of another life. Taking it a step further if you will, consider the death of Christ and how only by His death and resurrection can man truly live. The Cross is the antithesis of the vegan message. And this vegan message is preached loud and clear throughout the movie. It is no wonder meat eating is often given up in pagan earth worshiping environments. In the end their god is the earth and the lives (even chicken) are all worth saving so that we can all live as one. Bad movie.
My Ratings: Offensive / 3

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OK, now I just have to see it.

Update 4:25 pm: Jason, over at the Wildhunt Blog, has just offered some links from authors complaining about Hollywood's supposedly "anti-Christian crusade" (ahem...guys, not quite the word you want to use in this context). They cite the new film Beowulf, in particular. You can read that post here.

SV

Art: Lab Coasters

Links:

Plot outline (via Wikipedia) for Year of the Dog

Ancient Pagan Symbols - The Dog

Chinese Zodiac - The Dog

Gaia's Guardian Award 2001 - A Very Special Lady and Her Dogs

Was Christ a Vegetarian?

Pagan/Vegan E-group

A Vegan Pagan's Prayer

Related articles:

The Year of the Dog (Pagan Style)

from the January 2006 Full Circle Newsletter. (I miss doing this newsletter. One of these day we may revive it).

Second Chances the the Year of the Dog

The Year of the Dog begins January 29thth, 2006

Please note: I write these Lunar New Year essays every February. People seem to like them, so I keep doing it. But I don’t claim to see the future beyond my nose. I write these based on issues I see and hear about in the Earthwise community, on meditations I do in winter and on what my heart tells me is going on around us. Take what you need and leave the rest. Sia

Scott Fitzgerald once famously wrote: "There are no second acts in American lives". (1) It’s a great line, the sort of quip one can easily toss off at parties, but I've seen too many people remake their lives over the years to ever believe it.

Many a young writer has dreamed of creating luminous scenes like Fitzgerald or wrestling prose to the mat the way his friend Hemming could. As an English major I was taught to honor their insights into human nature and their dedication to their craft. To many people in my generation, their lives seemed deeply romantic, played out as they were against the backdrops of Paris, Italy, Africa and Cuba and many an undergraduate has tried to emulate their hard drinking ways, only to discover that talent isn’t found at the bottom of a glass. (2) So when I became a teacher I reminded my students that Fitzgerald and Hemingway wrote their great works, not because of their addictions and fears, but in spite of them. Sadly for our culture we lost any art they might have produced in their later years because both men died too young. The bill for their life choices finally came due, and both men were overcome (repeatedly, and then at last) with illness, sorrow, rage, and regret. Scott’s belief that there are no second chances is false one born out of his severe depression, something Winston Churchill, a fellow sufferer, called “the black dog”.

Lest I prove unfair to Mr. Fitzgerald, let me note that he also said some very wise things, including this quote: “Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over”. This brings me to my theme: We now find ourselves at Imbolc a time of promise, renewal, and change. The birds are mating, and for many Pagans our thoughts turn to the pleasures of love, the promise of love, the search for love, and sometimes, the end of love. Yesterday, I received an email from an old friend who has just separated from her husband of many years. They married young and together they have raised three wonderful children. After twenty-five years of marriage, they choose to part. I don't know the whys or wherefores of their choice but I do know that this sexy, tough, responsible woman is a survivor, and committed to her own growth. I know that she will be happy and fulfilled in this life, even though times are hard for her right now. So today, she encounters another sort of dog, the dog at the crossroads.

This got me to thinking about other friends I know who have stayed together through some very hard times. They got through it and things are looking up for them, now. In fact, this Year of the Dog should be a much better time for us all.

I don't know why some people choose to stay together, and why some need to part. I don't judge it. I do know that we each learn what we need to learn from the people in our lives, whether they are friends, family or loved ones. I believe that is the reason we come into each other's lives. Sometimes we can continue to walk the path together and sometimes our learning is done, and we need to go our separate ways.

I feel for my friend as she packs boxes, and prepares to make a new life for herself. I know what it means to leave a long relationship that I thought would last forever. I remember the fear and resentment my former partner and I both felt at that time. I know what it means to move on and the pain and change that entails. I had to heal, grow, and forgive back then. So did he.

I am married now to someone who is the best possible partner for me, and I'm hoping that he and I can grow old together. I know that life gives no guarantees. He could be hit either by a bus or a blond tomorrow. (And for his sake, it had better be the bus.) Knowing that, I work to stay present and grateful in this moment, and to be the best partner and person I can be. I also know that I can always support myself. My friend can, too. Like Xena she has many skills, which is why I know she’s going to be OK.

When my friend is ready to hear it, I will remind her that love can be found at any age. That’s an old cliche, I know, but I’ve seen it happen many times. My favorite example of this is a friend I’ll call “Jane”. Jane was one of the early proponents of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. She’s attractive but she is much more than the sum of her looks. Think of Penny Lane in Almost Famous, and you’ll have the idea. Jane has never lacked male attention – except, perhaps from her alcoholic, emotionally unavailable father – and she has been married three times. The first time to an abusive partner, the second time to a neglectful workaholic and the third time, well, the third time was the charm. (3)

Our women’s group played a part in her healing. In 2004 I wrote an article titled “Hearts and Flowers: Reclaiming Valentine’s Day”. In that article, I wrote about a dinner put in the 80’s by a group of single women who wanted to celebrate their Best Selves. Jane was at that dinner. As I said, we go way back. As I write this, she is in her late 50’s, retired, living in a beautiful house by the beach. She loves to travel to points unknown on her Harley, and she is now in a very happy marriage with a great guy who adores her. He is a very equal partner, who is capable of intimacy and commitment. I talked to her just the other day and she told me she was happier than she had ever been before.

You go, girl.

Over the years, I've seen partners work through the most serious kinds of issues together, and I've seen others choose to separate, bless each other and move on with their lives. So maybe the idea that love can be found at any age is more than a cultural cliche. Maybe it’s a part of some vital mother wit the Goddess thought we should have. I think its inspiring to see that the joys we find in sex, fun, creativity, adventure and love don’t end for people just because they turn 50.

You go, girls… and guys!

As we enter the Year of the Dog, we may be confronted with issues around loyalty and change in both partnerships and friendships. Loyalty in its negative aspect can be fawning and unthinking. In it’s positive aspect, loyalty involves the ability to make compassionate and conscious choices. It requires we have understanding of the true nature of our relationship, a healthy connection to the person (or group) we are loyal to, and a commitment, in turn, to our authentic selves. As we show loyalty to others, to a cause or to our beliefs, we must also remember to show that same loyalty to our Highest Good. We need to protect our precious life energy as a bitch protects her pups. Sometimes that involves taking risks and sometimes it means we have to let go, in the same way that a mother wolf will move her brood to a different den if she feels that her home has become unsafe.

Some of us may fear change, as a dog fears the stranger at the door. It could be real trouble or it could be the cosmic UPS driver with a delicious box of bones. We never know. The trick is to stay alert and learn to tell friend from foe.

Dogs are known for their sense of smell, and they can tell which sort of animal has passed by, even to it’s age, sex and level of general health, simply by keeping their nose to the ground. (When our dog, Ody, does this, my partner says he is “Reading his pee-mail”.) Dogs know what they need to know and they know they need to know it. In our case, it may be time for us to learn the signs and symbols of our spirit guides, so that we can recognize them when they appear to us. If our attention has been too distracted of late, it may be time to put our nose to the ground again. Our immediate landscape holds messages for us every day, and we need to walk our emotional, mental, and spiritual neighborhoods in order to discover what these are.

Anyone who knows dogs knows that they are truly “doggy” and happy to be so. At the same time, no two dogs are alike; each is unique. Dogs live in the moment – you’ll never find a dog that lives in its head the way people do. They are alert and aware, which is why they make such good guardians. Dogs know when to rest and they also love to play. It is that sort of balance, protection, and self-knowledge that will serve us well in the year to come.

Anyone who has a dog knows that they are Tricksters. K.L. Nocoles notes that “Trickster alternately scandalizes, disgusts, amuses, disrupts, chastises, and humiliates….yet he is also a creative force transforming (the) world, sometimes in bizarre and outrageous ways, with his instinctive energies and cunning.” Two wonderful books that speak to this energy are Skinny Legs and All (which is written by a famous trickster) and Coyote Blue (which has a Trickster as it’s main character).

We’ Moon almanac notes that dog “empathizes with underdog and champions fairness and equality.” Well, yes and no. Dogs can also pick on the weakest among them, and some dogs have been so abused that they are walking bundles of aggression and fear. It’s important to know which sort of dog energy we are dealing with. Susan Levit, the writer of that We’ Moon article, warns that dogs “can at times be judgmental or extreme, acting as if color blind, and only seeing issues as either black or white.” Good point. She goes on to say that we “need to apply very keen senses in order to avoid problems”. In other words: pay attention and don’t get distracted by every rabbit that runs across the road. It may be difficult to focus this year – it’s a time of multiple options for many of us - but we will need to make wise choices, lest we try and do too much. Remember that dogs love anything new. If we arn’t careful, every new scent, hobby, person, request, shiny thing, or opportunity can overwhelm us, drain us, and keep us off focus. Like a wily fox, life can sometimes trick us into taking the wrong trail and we might end up lost in the woods. Someone once asked the writer P.J. O’Rourke how he could be so successful and prolific. He said it was because he had learned early on to focus on what was really important to him and avoid what he called “parasitic interests”. That’s very good advice. We must be careful this year or we could become so overexcited by our choices that we run around in circles, yapping and chasing our own tails. We could also be so afraid of change, that we hide, cowering in a corner. Neither choice will serve us well this year.

Speaking of parasites, dogs are often plagued by ticks and fleas, so I would suggest that we beware of clingy bloodsuckers who will drain our emotions or time. Sometimes these pests assume a sexy and pleasing shape. It is well known that all dogs hate vampires, even the most attractive kinds. If we have an energy vampire lurking in our life, it may be time to deal with that.

Dogs love consistency. They believe that their food should always come on time, and they need exercise at least once a day. They can also be anxious, and great worriers, and they often fear change. As someone who has worked in companion animal rescue for over twenty years, I’ve seen many a lost dog, and they all touch my heart. Sometimes the dog was abandoned, sometimes it strayed, and sometimes it was rescued from a bad situation. They will sit for a time in a cage at the shelter; often scared, confused and afraid, not knowing that the universe has enlisted other forces to help them. But then, finally, someone would come (or would they be sent?) to love this dog and give it the home it has always deserved. Some of us have gone through very difficult times, and maybe we felt lost or trapped. But this year the energy changes dramatically for the better. It’s time again for warm beds, bright futures, and happy endings. It might not happen for us overnight, but for those us who are resourceful, honest, and alert, it will happen. And while we consider this, let us remember that it is not always the dogs who are rescued. Many a dog has rescued its owner, as well. Sometimes they save their owners from fire or floods and sometimes from simple loneliness. We may be asked to offer help to someone else this year. (“What!? You say Timmy is trapped in the well!? Let’s get him, girl!”). Those who answer the call to serve others or a greater cause will find the energy and help they need.

Part of life wisdom comes in knowing when it’s time for us to wait, when it’s time to ask for help, and when it’s time to act on our own. Here is an example: Last month, two dogs, a lovely rottweiler and a pit bull terrier, arrived at the Silicon Valley Animal Shelter from a temporary shelter in New Orleans. The rottweiler is a local hero. After Katrina hit, rescue crews who were working in boats saw the rottweiler swim out from a second story window and cross the flooded waters to rescue it’s neighbor the pit bull trapped on a roof top two houses away. The rottweiler then swam back with her friend in her mouth. She got them both through an open window into her own house. Human rescuers had their hands full saving people, and did not feel they could stop for two dogs (I know, I know) but they noted the number of the house, and returned two days later. They found the rottweiler’s owner dead on the first floor and the dogs together, side by side, in the attic. Thanks to a generous donation from Steve Wozniak the Humane Society was able to fly these two dogs here together, so they, too, have a second chance. They have since been renamed Kanga and Rue. As I write these, Kanga has been adopted and Rue is looking for a good home. As we seek out true love or friendship we might want to ask ourselves if this person would risk his or her own life for us. Let us not forget to ask if we would do the same for them.

This year calls on us to live with integrity and courage. Those who reflect this energy in their lives will prosper, as these are traits the dog shares. Dog also represents joy. I used to think that life was a problem to be solved. Now I know it's a mystery I get to live. So, I'm sorry, Scott, it’s a great line, but I believe in Second Acts, and in Third Acts, too. And when the curtain finally comes down, I'll meet you folks backstage for the party after.

As always,

Sia

This essay is dedicated to some very special dogs: Brandy * Hoover * Mikey * Leo * Ody * Sally & Shilo (rescues, all) and to all the dogs out there who give us so much more than we give them.

If you want to know how to really connect with your dog, I recommend reading The Other End of the Leash and other books by Patricia McConnell.

ENDNOTES:

1. This quote of his (a mere scribble in an unfinished work) has been too often used, in part because it holds the perfect sort of energy for Posers. It shows what he became in the end: cynical, nihilistic, and full of despair. When I first encountered this quote, I recognized it as the sort of self-pitying line alcoholics love to spout at three o’clock in the morning after all the bars have closed and there’s no place else to go. It is neither fair nor right to judge Fitzgerald by this one quip. Instead, read The Great Gatsby or this article on how he helped Hemmingway finish The Sun Also Rises, and you can see him at his best, both as a writer and as a human being.

2. Don’t get me started on their attitudes towards women.

3. In between those marriages she spent time in a battered woman’s shelter after fleeing her first husband. She has endured poverty since then, and many a failed romance. She worked hard, went back to school, used food stamps, the support of her women friends, and whatever help she could get to keep her family together and safe. When I met her she had come up in the world. She was working an important job at UCLA and her youngest had just finished high school and was off to college. She had also decided to leave her second marriage. She was prosperous, but lonely, scared of being single, and afraid to love again. So in her early forties, she did her emotional homework. She got in touch with her issues and realized that her dysfunctional family had raised her to feel "less than" and to be codependent around people in general. She saw how this teaching had influenced her behavior in her adult life, especially with men. Over time, she began to grow, heal, and find her true power as a woman.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Think Again: Modest Dress and the Michael Vick Case


Today, several sources ask us to think again about issues of interest to Pagans: women's equality and animal cruelty.

Modesty or Control?

Ann K. Ream writes about "a fashion trend that pushes anti-feminist values (and) sends a dangerous message to young women" in an article in the L.A. Times titled The False Modesty Movement.

What is it about the growing "modesty movement" that makes me so nervous? On the face of it, there's a lot to like about a girl-driven "revolution" that offers an alternative to the in-your-face fashion popularized by the Britneys and Bratz of the world. When a statement T-shirt can turn a girl from a subject to an object -- "I'm blond. I don't need to be good at math" -- in no time flat, who could argue that a return to sartorial decency is in order?

......One of the most vocal advocates for a return to female modesty is, perhaps not surprisingly, a man. In his book, "Manliness," Harvard University professor Harvey Mansfield argues that women, in demanding equality inside and outside the home, have created a crisis for men.


Her article reminded me of this quip; a tart summation of the advice some men like to give to women:

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;
In short, my deary, kiss me and be quiet.

- Lady Montagu

Links - Modesty Movement

Pro & Con: Is the Modesty Movement Necessary?

Girls Gone Mild (MSNBC)

Dog Fighting In the U.S. - The Michael Vick case

Jemele Hill of ESPN writes about the Michael Vick case in her letter to young black men titled Bottom Line: Vick Did This To Himself

As the Vick case shows, millions of dollars are little protection if a certain mentality remains. Until now, Vick was considered one of the lucky ones. He rose out of poverty to become one of the most mesmerizing athletes of our time. He went from nothing to millions. He wasn't the American dream, but the American reality. He had the support of a city, of a people and he struck a chord with many young, black men because they saw themselves in him -- rebellious, strong and heroic.

But Vick let you down. He betrayed you. He heightened the stereotypes of black men instead of eroding them. Racists certainly will feast on Vick, but he was the one who made himself an entrée.

Greg Couch of the Chicago Sun Times wonders How Many More Vicks Are There?

The thing that's starting to bother me is this: Exactly how many athletes are into dogfighting?

It's starting to smell like this is not just a Vick thing, but something much bigger. How can anyone possibly be trying to defend this guy, to equate what he did with something in the mainstream?

And why would they?

At one point in this whole Vick mess, Washington Redskins running back Clinton Portis said: ''It's his property, it's his dog. If that's what he wants to do, do it. People should mind their own business.''

Portis also suggested dogfighting can be found almost anywhere.

Just a hunch, but maybe we're going to start hearing about other dogfighting rings involving NFL players.

Take Action

PETA is again calling on the NFL to add cruelty to animals—in all its forms—to its personal conduct policy. This case has clearly shown that NFL fans are just as outraged by cruelty to animals as they are by any of the other antisocial behaviors outlined in the policy.

As these recent examples show, the high incidence of animal abuse cases in the NFL indicates a disturbing trend that needs to be addressed immediately:
  • Earlier this year, Vick's teammate Jonathan Babineaux was accused of inflicting blunt force trauma on his girlfriend's dog, Kilo, following an argument. Kilo died after reaching the emergency vet clinic.
  • In 2004, NFL running back LeShon Johnson was found guilty for his involvement in a massive dogfighting ring.
  • In 2001, former Eagles running back Thomas Hamner was twice charged with beating his dog and has been convicted of animal cruelty

See Also
Click here to watch boxing champ Lamon Brewster's
PSA Against Dogfighting.
PETA is offering a $5,000 reward for
information leading to the arrest and conviction
of anyone involved in dogfighting. Click here to
learn more.
Furthermore, an informant from inside the dogfighting world who spoke on ESPN's Outside the Lines told reporters about "a whole roster of names of professional athletes that we know are involved in dogfighting... I bet not even 10 percent have come to light." Given these disturbing allegations and the numerous recent cases of animal abuse involving NFL players, the NFL needs to act vigorously and with authority to stamp this out immediately.

Click Here and use this form to ask the NFL to take cases of animal abuse seriously in the future by updating its personal conduct policy

Update: 8/23 The BBC News has just posted an article on the brutal culture of dog fighting in the U.S. - Warning: This article is not for sensitive readers.

Evidence gathered by animal welfare groups suggests that, despite the fact dog fighting is illegal in all 50 US states, it is both widespread and growing.

An estimated 40,000 people in the US are thought to be involved in "professional" dog fighting, using some 250,000 dogs.....there is evidence to suggest that its growth nationally is related to its adoption as a part of violent street culture.

John Goodwin, an expert on animal fighting for the Humane Society, says one way to track the prevalence of dog fighting is to monitor the number of pit bulls coming into animal rescue shelters.

Whereas 15 years ago 2-3% of the dogs brought in were pit bulls, the breed now makes up 30% of the total nationally and 50% in some areas, he said. One shelter in Mississippi reported taking in 300 pit bulls, of which 60% had scars indicating they had fought.

"Urban areas are where a lot of the growth has been and the shelters get inundated with the castaways from dog fighting," Mr Goodwin ads. "Dog fighting has become popular in gang culture."

Support your local animal groups and help get dog fighting out of your neighborhood. Report any suspicions you may have to your local animal control, the Humane Society or the ASPCA.

Update 8/29/07:
Chewed up Michael Vick cards sell for $7,400 online, proceeds to go to Humane Society

Links:

Pit Bills

A page about Pit Bulls from the Partnership for Animal Welfare

Pit Bull Saves Girl From Assult


Sia

Off the Shelf

Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace . . . One School at a Time

Amazon review:

In 1993, Mortenson was sheltered for seven weeks by the small Pakistani village of Korphe; in return, he promised to build the impoverished town's first school, a project that grew into the Central Asia Institute, which has since constructed more than 50 schools across rural Pakistan and Afghanistan. Mortenson and Relin argue that the United States must fight Islamic extremism in the region through collaborative efforts to alleviate poverty and improve access to education, especially for girls.


Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Words and Pictures


Photo by wetribe.

I've got two new obsessions.

LibraryThing
Which lets me catalog my books and meet other people with like-minded libraries. Sometimes I'll post an obscure subject in the search function (medieval soap carving, say) and see what other people have in their collections. I've found many a treasure that way. Or, I'll post a favorite author and see what people who like that author also read. This site makes my Inner Librarian so very happy. Those of you who live in L-space will understand.

Ooook!

The next obsession is Flickr.

Because images excite me.


Photo by wetribe

I love human faces. I love to draw faces, and I love to see the photographs of people that others make. I like the stories behind the images.

What is she laughing at, I wonder?

Sometimes I'll got to Flickr, hit the "Explore" button and just travel the world in other people's photographs.

My favorite photos are of places that are sacred to others. Someone loves these small haunts - you can feel that in the photos.

If you are a writer, I recommend Flickr for writer's block. Spend some time there, and you'll be making up stories about these photos before you know it.


Photo by Eldad75

Sometimes the stories about the photographers are just as good as the pictures. The man who took this tiger photo also has a photo set on dogs he has rescued from shelters. He works with a rescue group out in L.A. called Ace of Hearts. He has rescued over 400 dogs from shelters, and fostered 100 of them at his own home. What a guy.

I love nature photographs. I've been drawn to these since I was a kid (and thank you Mom and Dad for making sure we had National Geographic and Time Life books around the house when we were young). Some of the animal encounters posted at Flickr take my breath away.

If I had it to do over again, I would become a wildlife photographer; the kind who spends months in the wild, and then makes up for it by sleeping in four star hotels once they get back to the city. An experienced, well traveled woman can live both with and without hair dryer.

But coffee is always a must.

Sia

Photo Credit:
Woman with Shell Necklace and Woman Laughing by Kyle Hally at wetribe.
Tiger Swimming by Eldad75
Used with permission