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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 36 :: super duper bowl 

5 Feb

Of the best kind.

Tonight my heart hurts in such a good way. Mostly because I believe in never giving up. And tonight I saw it happen before my eyes. 

And that has me thinking…
Maybe the KINDEST thing we can possibly do for ourselves is to never give up? 

Never give up. Never give up. Never, ever give up. 

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie
P.S. Kindness Challenge #5: Listen Deeply
If you choose to accept this challenge, please join me in

  • There is Listening. And there is Listening… and THEN there is LISTENING. 
  • How deeply can you listen this week?

{persist?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 216 :: that time when…

12 Aug

Day 216: Relax, don’t do it.

And this is what we call #Friday.
Or… Brady being Brady.
Or… The Big Yawn.
Or… Upward Dog.

Or maybe, bad, distracted, pushover dog master extraordinaire who let it happen to get the photo.
You choose.

Happy Friday. (Yoga done!)

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{#fridayfeeling}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 137 :: dogged determination

18 May

Day 137: Brady.

I live with a food stalker. His name is Brady. He knows where all the food in the house is at all times. I mean ALL the food at ALL times.

Here is sleeps so cute and cuddly next to Pup. But really, this is all a facade. He is calculating his next sneaky food-swiping move.

Which he promptly orchestrated moments after I took this photo. It was just a bowl of oatmeal. But he devoured it in the 30 seconds I walked away from the kitchen. DEVOURED it. An entire bowl of oatmeal. Dry, bland oats. 

Thanks to Brady, there will be no second batch of oatmeal chocolate power bars. There aren’t enough oats left to mix a bar together for breakfast.

But I think there is much we can learn from our little Brady. Sure, the obvious is to not leave food out on the counter (even said oats). But there is more to observe.


This dog.
He has me thinking a lot about dogged determination. In the pursuit of what we love most. For him it is food. Any food. Even dry, bland, oats.

For you it might be dancing, singing, creating, doing. For me, it is making promises and showing up. And this year, that means yoga.

But there is also this: opportunity. 
Brady knows how to patiently wait for his window of opportunity to open. And when it appears he leaps. There is no second guessing. No hesitation. No over-thinking. There is no self-talk. Brady does not stop to ask, “Should I go for that bowl of oats now? What if she comes back and finds me all head in the bowl paws on the counter? What if I get in trouble?”


Nope. Brady is all action.
He’s a Wait. Watch. Strike. Live with the consequences sort of dog.
And as frustrating as that is at times, I have to say, I respect it.
No, I actually love it. It’s inspiring really.

So, tonight, as I put away the rest of my oatmeal chocolate bar ingredients, I leave you with this. The next time you find yourself waiting and watching, just think of Brady.

And…
Go for it.  

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{going for it?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 82 :: downward puppy day

23 Mar

Day 82: Our Pups.

It’s National Puppy Day — and for this Pup who is about to turn 15 it seems like quite the honor. Here’s our Pup a few years ago, standing on the pier of the island that we love.


And here’s a more mature Pup:

And here’s a flashback to our tiny Brady meeting Pup for the first time:

They change. We change. They grow. We grow. But they will always be our Pups.
So in their honor… I do a downward dog!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{happy puppies?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 31 :: magical woods

31 Jan

Day 31. One-Hundred Acre Woods.

It sounds like Winnie-The-Pooh and Robin Hood too. The One-Hundred Acre Woods. I’ve heard about it from a few people now. As in, “You live right next to the one-hundred acre woods!”

So, today, we set out to find them.


Not all 100 of them, of course that will take years I think (maybe… right?), but find a few of them we did! Pup sniffed his way through every piece of acre we covered. Brady helped too. Pointing us in the right direction.

 

It felt a bit magical in a Sherwood Forest sort of way. We didn’t meet any merry men but did meet several other dogs and their owners, and runners, and bikers. And I met a very sweet woman (named, you guessed it, Robin!) who stopped to talk with Brady.

“Vizsla?” She said.
“Yes!” I answered.

And in some odd way I felt like somehow I knew her, or had met her before. She gave me some local tips and then buried her face next to Brady’s and patted him on the head. Almost like she had met him before too.

Then off into the woods she walked. And I thought…Nice to meet you Robin. Thanks for sharing your woods.

Tonight, as I reflect on our day (and my sore muscles from our hike) I wonder what else there is to explore in our new world (besides yoga = which I already did for the day!).

It’s not Nottingham.. it’s Bellingham.
And I think she still has some magic to show us.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

{exploring?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 324 :: bliss full face

24 Nov

Today’s bliss…this face. 

We couldn’t find a hat today. We looked all over for that hat today. Under the bed, inside closets, under shelves, the scarf and glove pile, the shoe racks, the bathroom, the bedroom, the office.

Turns out Brady had it all along. Hidden under his dog bed, inside the crevices of the mattress.  

Which brings me to this: You always find what you’re looking for in the last place you look. 

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie
{don’t stop looking}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 289 :: a blissful walk

20 Oct

 

Today’s Bliss….. a walk in the park.

I’ve come to an obvious conclusion. We don’t own dogs. They own us. This wisdom I didn’t come to while reading a book or doing some research. It hit me rather when both of my legs were tied up in dog leashes, one wound around the other, with a dog at each end going in two different directions after different pursuits.

One dog wanted to smell the grass. The other dog wanted to smell something much more unpleasant which shall remain unnamed. I wanted them both to walk next to me and stick to the path so I could get back to my desk in time for a conference call.

They didn’t care.

This reminds me of a walk I did once while visiting friends in Vermont. My friend Karen, also a card carrying dog owner, came up with the brilliant idea that we should take our dogs for a walk out in the country (which is pretty much any road in Vermont). She thought to invite other dog owners who might want to join in. They all did. I had Pup in tow, who was and still is a Vizsla. Everyone else had their well behaved Labs and Goldens.

This was the first time I noticed there was something wrong with my dog. Everyone else had four-legged friends who walked nicely next to them, strolling along with the adults, as if they were listening to the conversation and taking notes. Their leashes were limp, following after, as if an afterthought.

I had Pup. A Vizsla, born and bread to hunt, smell and point out all the oddities of mother nature. For every step I took forward Pup took two steps back. I spent the entire walk tugging at the end of his taught leash hissing, “Come on Pup!” while trying (and failing) to keep up with the others.

This is life with a Viszla.

I am now resigned to this fact: we do not and probably never will, have picture perfect walks. We have Pup led adventures. We go wherever his nose goes. Add Brady to the mix and I end up twisted between the two leashes, being pulled in two different directions, between fallen leaves, fire hydrant posts, fence corners and tree stumps.

And yet, something about this total chaotic mess feels like a walk in the park. They make me stand still. Even if my feet are twisted between their leashes. They make me stop and feel the cool October air. Even if I am hissing under my breath for them to catch up, stop it, keep moving, come here, don’t do that.

They make me slow down and take life one smell at a time.
And maybe that is their secret recipe for bliss?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore, 
Jamie
{smell anything new?}
#lovemoredomore

JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 176 :: the hamburglar

30 Jun
Brady strikes again.
What was going to be our dinner tonight quickly turned out to be Brady’s great heist.

I should have known. Pup tried to tell me. I was sitting in the living room watching a scene from one of Justin’s favorite movies (High Fidelity) when Pup began pawing at my leg.

I told him to stop.
He continued to paw.
I asked Pup if he wanted to go outside.
Nope. He continued to paw. 

The next thing I knew Justin asked me to follow him into the kitchen.

“You have to see something.”
“What?” I asked not knowing what there was to see. Of course my first reaction was “Bugs! Ants! Spiders!”

Nope. It wasn’t.
It was The Hamburglar.

Three hamburgers totally disappeared. There were four patties waiting nicely on a plate, to go out to the grill. We should not have left them on the counter, but we did. And Brady spotted them while we were watching a 60 second scene from a movie.

Sixty seconds flat! Hamburgers gone.

With no trace but a few pieces of onion on the counter in their place.  There was one left on the plate, noticeably the furtherest one from the edge of the counter, where it was clearly too far to reach.

I, personally, can only eat one hamburger. But three. This little doggie ate THREE! Raw ones too.

And we know for a fact that it was Brady. One look at the plate that I held up in front of his nose and he beelined it to his kennel. Which was exactly what Pup was trying to tell me. Pawing at my leg telling on his four-legged brother. I should have listened.

Instead I went to the grocery store for dinner goods …AGAIN. Asking myself...Where’s the beef?

In the end Brady had his own little moment of bliss.
And we learned (another) lesson.

More tomorrow. 

Lovemore, 
Jamie
  {what lesson did you learn today?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 136 :: special delivery

21 May
Justin has been teaching Brady to bring the mail to me. Sometimes it works better than others…

But today’s delivery was a box:

A Glossy Box!

With lots of luxurious, gooey, yummy, lotions, soaps and girly goods!

I love a surprise. Such bliss!
(Thanks to Oprah’s Circle of Friends!)

More tomorrow.
Lovemore, 
Jamie

  {what did you retrieve today}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 88 :: dog therapy

29 Mar

We have a problem. And it’s all my fault.

At some point in time, we (I) allowed Brady the Puppy to sleep in our bed. It started when he was a little pup and would bark his head off, squealing for bloody murder if we left him in a kennel at night. It’s a long story that ends up with him in our bed.

Then I had a round of 3 surgeries in less than two years and we somehow got the puppy out of the bed so I could recover. But he is a sneaky puppy. And I am a sucker. So Brady has maneuvered his way back into the bed. And when I say “in the bed” I mean under the covers. (It’s apparently a Vizsla thing).

After many sleepless nights I have called in the experts. Or rather, a targeted Google Search and then a follow up purchase on Amazon. I ordered a heated dog bed. One that cost more than our entire bedding set.

The theory was to get Brady a happy and comfortable spot all his own, with a heated bed (instead of seeking out our body heat under the covers).

The bed arrived! The bed is heated! The bed does exactly what it says it will do!
And somehow thirteen-year old Pup who already sleeps on the floor figured it out before Brady.

It’s now Pup’s bed.

But here’s the really cool thing. It has somehow rejuvenated Pup. Something about the heat has his joints happy and has put a bounce in his step. He even runs and jumps now when Brady wants to play.

It’s a therapy bed. Maybe not the sleep therapy I was looking for, but it’s bringing our older Pup bliss. And well, that’s worth every penny.

Night night!

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

  {what bliss is on your list?}
#lovemoredomore
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