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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 102 :: birthday kindness

15 Apr

Pup.

Pup turned sixteen today. He’s the Number One dog around here – marked with the shape of a number one on his chest in a patch of white fur.

It’s more than a moniker for his highness or a mark on his chest. It is his essence. He is a sweet boy, as kind (and stubborn) as they come. Ironically his birthday is on Tax Day, April 15. He is the kindest part of this day, every year.

Today he had his most favorite of adventures – a car ride to the park, a sniff along the shore, and a walk down the boardwalk to meet and greet all sorts of people.

As part of our annual tradition, today was also The Pinning Ceremony – the day we pin the new number on his chest. A tradition since his 10th birthday. It’s just a paper cutout of a number taped to his chest long enough to snap a photo while we feed him treats.

Today, we pinned a six next to his one. Sweet Sixteen.
So sweet it is.


He loves it.
So do we.

He was lost and found. Left on the side of an Oregon highway in a box with a bunch of puppy sisters. Found by Justin. Loved by us both.

Happy Birthday, dear Pup. You teach us kindness every single day. And also, how to be stubborn and get what you want. The perfect blend if you ask me!

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

{sweet}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 95 :: a kind car ride

8 Apr

kind of. 

I took Pup for a car ride today. It’s what he loves to do. Sit in the car watching the world go by, with his nose up to the window. It was my intentional act of kindness. Or, at least I thought.

The ride turned out to be more than what I bargained for. Or, as I believe Pup would say, a woof of a lesson.

Pup, being 16 years old, got very excited about riding in the car and just as we pulled out onto the main street pooped in the passenger seat. He was that excited. So I pulled over at the vets of all places (it’s just down the street) to clean it up.

Just as I grabbed the cleaner from the trunk and shut the trunk door the car locked. That’s weird, I thought, and then reached into my pocket for my keys. They were not there. I looked at Pup sitting in the passenger seat and then I looked inside the trunk. There were my keys. Sitting, locked inside along with Pup.

Oh. My. God. How did that happen? I thought as I stared at Pup on the other side of the window. Then I realized my phone was also in the car with Pup.

My watch! I thought, relieved that Justin gave me an Apple iWatch for my birthday. I will just call Justin on my watch.

Except my watch couldn’t find my phone.

I saw a green Subaru pulling up the road and I ran out into the street waving my arms. A beautiful older woman stopped and I blabbered about my predicament pointing to my car.

Do you have a phone? I asked. Can you call AAA Roadside Service for me?

She did. Her name was Donna and she dialed her phone and then handed it over to me. I asked her if she was going somewhere. She waved it off, saying she had to set up dinner somewhere but she was happy to help.

“It’s what you do.” Donna said as she patiently waited for me to finish my call so she could drive on to her dinner.

Meanwhile, Pup sat in the car as happy as a clam. Or a dog who loves car rides and thinks the car should be his kennel. In fact, when we lived on the Vineyard, the car WAS his kennel every time we went out to eat. He refused to stay in his real kennel after a cross-country flight that terrified the canine snot out of him. So we always let him tag along and wait in the car.

He loved it. He loved the car. It was his own personal den. And today, as I sat waiting on a sidewalk for half an hour waiting for the friendly roadside assistant to arrive, Pup sat inside the car. Please as punch. Happy to sit and watch everything walk by his window.

He didn’t bark until the AAA Man arrived and stuck a long plastic tube through the window to unlock the door.

“This happened yesterday too,” the friendly man said as he unlocked the door. “A lady’s dog locked the car with the keys in it. Must have bumped the lock.”

Of course. I thought to myself as he said it. Pup probably hit the door lock as he shuffled around in the passenger seat trying to see what I was doing in the trunk.

When I arrived home and relayed what happened to Justin, he said, “That would only happen to you.”

I know! I said back thinking how absurd it all was, not understanding how it happened in the first place. I walked outside and tested the car, trying to get it to lock the same way when I closed the trunk. I couldn’t replicate it. It had to have been Pup.

And then it hit me, this wasn’t a day for me to share kindness. It was a day for me to experience it. Thank you, Donna. Thank you, AAA Man. And thank you, Pup.

I’ve never seen a happier dog than the one I watched today. Sitting in his car, daydreaming away, watching the world go by moment by moment. It’s a good lesson in kindness. And presence. And Pups.

(And, of course, not to drop your keys in the trunk!)

More tomorrow….
Lovemore,
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 277 :: a walk in the park

10 Oct

Day 277: A fall day.

Pup and I went on a small adventure today. Through the Starbucks drive-thru and then on to the park. Oh, the smells, and dogs, and leaves!

It was just a small adventure. Didn’t take long. Didn’t go very far.


But it reminded me of the importance of a small adventure in our everyday lives. And the added bonus of a sweet companion along for the ride.

Now, a little yoga stretch tonight, and then on to tomorrow’s adventure.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 181 :: buddy system

6 Jul

Day 181: Yoga Pal.

Tonight, my yoga looked like this:  Pup’s face.

He wouldn’t stop licking my face while I was finishing my yoga. (Savasana is very sticky with Mr. Licky.) And yet, it’s always nice to have a buddy when exercising. Even if it’s one who just watches and barks.

And licks.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 123 :: downward dog

3 May

Day 123: Pup again. 

I think Pup dreams about kitties.

When he’s all curled up in a bed, eyes closed, asleep, he dreams about kitties. I can tell by the way he moves his feet, running after them. In actuality, he really stands still when he sees one.

And today, he saw two.

They appeared right before him. Bonanza!!!! One on the sidewalk, the other in the grass. Kitties. Two kitties! It was so exciting he didn’t even move. He didn’t even bark. He didn’t even blink.

It was like a dream. come. true.

Pup makes me think about a lot of things, the way he observes, acts, sees, smells, dreams.

And it makes me wonder if we all act that way — when our dreams come true — standing still, shocked, dazed, confused. “Saying, is that really a kittie???”

Yes, Pup those are real. Here’s to real kitties, Pup. May we all learn to recognize our dreams when they come true.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

P.S. Yoga done!

{dreaming?}
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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 105 :: birthday happy

15 Apr

Day 105: Pup.

Pup officially turned fifteen years young today. And Pup sure makes the aging process look graceful.

He can still run and bound with the best of them. And most of the time this is the view I see, as I try to keep up with him.

The little whippersnapper.

And in honor of Pup Almighty I am sharing the 15 Things I Love Most about our #1 Pup.

  1. His array of nicknames: Pupper. Pupperoni. Pupsy. Pup-Pup. #1 Pup. Pupperdoodle.
  2. His love of tennis balls.
  3. His ability to find the softest and most comfortable space in any place, house or car.
  4. His sniffer. It’s world class. He should have been a sommelier.
  5. How he shares his dog bed and lets Brady lay on top of him.
  6. The way he perks his ears up when you say his favorite words (Outside. Treat. Hungry)
  7. The funny little groan he makes when you rub his ears.
  8. His love of kitties. He watches for them out the window but then doesn’t know what to do when one gets close.
  9. He will pose for photos. Literally hold a pose.
  10. How he falls asleep with one paw straight up in the air.
  11. Watching him run in his dreams, legs running, nose snoring.
  12. His demands. He paws at my leg when he wants to go outside. He gets what he wants, when he wants it. He’s determined.
  13. How he tells on Brady, when Brady has done something he shouldn’t have done.
  14. All the memories we have together: the road trips, from the Vineyard to Florida, Oregon, Massachusetts, Washington.
  15. The patch of white fur on his chest in the shape of a #1.

That’s our Pupper.
And we love him.

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

P.S. Yoga up next!


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 6 – YOGA DAY 99 unpacking

9 Apr

Day 99: Organized.

I haven’t started yoga yet but I have unpacked my suitcase and train travel items. It took me a while. Like all day.

For one, Pup decided my open suitcase was his new bed. He claimed it as soon as I unzipped it and stayed there for a few hours.


I couldn’t fathom the thought of moving him. He turns fifteen on Friday — fifteen!! And when you are 105-years-old (or 93 according to the AKC calculation chart) well, you get what you want.

Although he doesn’t act like a 15-year-old dog. Pup still barks, jumps, sniffs, and bounds after a ball with the best of them half his age. And we love him for it, every day. Which is why he gets to sit on the furniture, or steal my blanket, or, as it turns out, turn my suitcase into a dog bed.

He has always been a creature of comfort. Stealing seats and cushions and couches. When we weren’t looking. At other people’s houses. While we are sleeping. He’s a Vizsla. He craves comfort.

Don’t we all?

The other reason it took me all day to unpack was this: KonMari Method. I love it! And I will share more tomorrow…

More tomorrow.
Lovemore,
Jamie

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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

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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

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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?}
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