My dear friend Al is getting up in years. Not that he’s old – let’s say he’s led a full, fun, some-what hard-on-his-body life. Al’s head is the size of two 5 year old’s. He’s a very large dog. He takes your breath away. One because of his size and two because he’s stunning. He’s one of the most beautiful dogs I’ve ever known and I’m proud to say he’s one of my teachers.
One little thing that separates me from other animal communicators is that I wasn’t the little girl that loved all animals. I didn’t want a pony. I never brought home strays. No quite to the contrary. We had a dog. I acknowledged him and he loved me. I wasn’t “that kid”. I wasn’t waiting for my 18th birthday so that I could make a home large enough for all unwanted animals. And in fact, before I knew I could communicate with animals, I was scared to death of Al. I would sit in Al’s driveway, (after all with his size it is HIS driveway), and throw dog biscuits out the slit of window I had unrolled. Then I’d call Al’s mom on my cell phone to ask her to please come and escort me past Al. Now I find this quite funny. Because now he’s one of my best friends.
Not only did Al teach me that he wouldn’t hurt a fly (unless the fly was threatening me) but he also taught me a lot about animals. After we’d gotten over the fact I had been afraid of him, we began taking long walks together on the beach. Al would run along the rocks, sniffing things that dogs find cool, and I’d listen to his long monologues about, well, dogs. He told me long and interesting stories of his past life, his soul mate, and why he wanted him here with him in this life. (that’s another story for another day) He told me why dogs do certain things that we humans find fascinating, and he taught me how to train dogs.
Later I would read a book by a woman whose information about dogs I already had learned – from Al. She also said in the book it was impossible to communicate with animals. I thought this was funny since I had learned all her information from a dog. But he’s a pretty amazing dog and a very good teacher. In fact I don’t know anyone that knows him, that doesn’t love him.
One of our favorite things to do (naturally) is to go to the beach. It’s a bigger group now. Al, me, his dad, and Al’s two brothers. Sometimes we’re joined by his mom and his “human litter mate”. We all traipse down to the beach early on weekend mornings. Rain or shine. And even though is showing visible signs of slowing, he wouldn’t miss our walks for the world. Sometimes we have to stop and turn and see how far behind he’s lagged. But mostly he stays pace with us pretty well.
I found out about and ordered this great product to help him with his sore hips. Most large dogs over the age of about 8 start to slow. But these supplements are really helping to put a spring in his step. I’m linking to their site here because I think their product is so great. They concentrate mostly on horses, dogs, and humans. But Al’s found a new way to keep up and it’s called “having these supplements with his dinner”. They’ve really helped him a lot and I would recommend them to anybody with a dog of any size who has started to slow a bit.
We love our big guy. And we want him along for our walks for as long as he feels like coming. And I’m just guessing here, but I think that’s going to be for some time to come.
Of course I guess I could just ask him……