Sitting in a crowded room, a stranger’s dog approaches me. My purse, in which I have leftover doggie treats from a recent training class, immediately captivates her. She buries her head deeper into the bag until I pick the bag up and place it on my lap. I love that this dog is giving me … Continue reading »
I was awakened this morning to a text from a new friend saying that her dog had run away. She is currently out of town and I can only imagine that the dog might have been feeling restless by her absence. I immediately related to what I would feel like if one of my pack … Continue reading »
(All 4 are photomontage)
My hair grows on top of an invisible zipper Separating high from low There is a receptacle ready For the three prong kind, plenty of electricity. To shock me into being A part of your world My arms stretch beneath my plastic wrap armor And I stick and crinkle as my fingers Trace the … Continue reading »
Reblogged from Higher Pound: We take turns leading I mumble and he growls He curls into a “C” and I rest my head on his chest The air enters and whispers outward My head moves along the tide I inhale. He exhales.
We take turns leading I mumble and he growls He curls into a “C” and I rest my head on his chest The air enters and whispers outward My head moves along the tide I inhale. He exhales.
Today, I am still traveling for work and I am still so fortunate to have my psychiatric service dog, Ezra, with me. We were doing a dance workshop and moving with Ezra and my human partner was so interesting and informative. I fell in love with Ezra as he tried to understand why we seemed … Continue reading »
When physically away from one’s pack, it is essential to find the ways in which we carry the messages and guidance of others with us even when we think we are alone. This week I find myself particularly challenged as I am traveling for work, mending my wounds from a recent bipolar episode, and away … Continue reading »
While I propose that being in recovery is about becoming a pack member, many of us spent years feeling like we were wandering on the outside. Many people who once struggled with an addiction of any sort never felt that they “fit in” and believed that the addiction gave them a sense of being part … Continue reading »
At a meeting this morning, a wise member of the recovery pack reminded me of a statement that floats through the rooms on various occasions: We cannot control anyone, but ourselves. In thinking about living and working with dogs, this is especially true. We like to think that we “train” dogs, ultimately, that we can … Continue reading »
