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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 150 :: joyful goodbyes

29 May

Joy has been kicking my butt this month. Forcing me to look life in the eyes. First, we said our goodbyes to Aunt Nancy, and today we said our final goodbye to our dear #1 Pup.

Saying goodbye is not joyful.

But it does make me reflect on the good times. And we had so many GOOD TIMES with our Number One Pup. His antics (running away, only to get stuck at the end of a pier with nowhere to go on an island), the cherished moments (road trips crisscrossing the country a few times), the funny stories (trying to lick me when Justin kissed me), his crazy acts of courage (chasing a skunk only to find out it was not a kitty).

Ah… there are so many Pup stories. And today was the grand finale of this chapter in our lives. It included a picnic with a pint of ice cream just for Pup on the beach and many, many treats along the way. There was music. There was his tennis ball. And there was our adorable 17-year-old Pup. 

He has been more than a Pup to us. He has been the glue of our little traveling unit. He has been alpha dog and best buddy and in many ways our first baby, He was the best snuggle in town, and the first one to bark if there was a mail carrier within fifty feet (you know, those intimidating mail carriers!).

Pup has been so much more than a dog. He has been mascot, nurse, big brother and babysitter. He has licked away our wounded tears through my surgical journeys. He was the biggest tattletale too – always running to me to report on Brady’s mischief (eating vegetables off the counter, redecorating the kitchen with tea towels, chewing up toys).

It’s hard to say goodbye to such a good dog. But he has brought us enough joy and so many stories to last for another lifetime to come.

It’s not ironic that joy is the highest vibration in the world and Pup had a #1 on his chest. Pup was the carrier of the message of joy. Whenever he went and however he wagged his tail. Even in his high fives.

There just aren’t enough words to say how much joy this little animal being shared with the world. But I do know this — we were the lucky ones to receive it.

We love you Pup.
Always, and forever.

More tomorrow…



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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 363 :: a kind lesson

29 Dec
{these two}

It’s been a year, 2017. Amidst it all two things have been constant: Pup and Brady.

Sometimes for comic relief, other times for adventure. One thing I am absolutely sure of… there is nothing kinder than the love of a dog and the wag of a tail to the rhythm of joy. Times that by two and you’ve got a pretty kind life.

If there is nothing else in this year to teach me the power of kindness, there are these two dogs. They are cuddled up on their dog bed right now, wrapped around each other and snuggled in for the night.

In this year of Kindness, they have taught me this: Lick it better and shake it off.

More tomorrow…


{shake it off}

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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 197 :: puppies

8 Aug


I thought it would be kind to share cute puppy photos today. Why? Because these make me smile. And laugh out loud. Some are moments of pure chaos. Others are moments of pure bliss. Some are just a strange, crazy moment that we share with a Vizsla pup named Brady.



Did you smile?

More tomorrow….


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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS DAY 7 :: kind of niceness

7 Jan


Today I was kind in a regular-sort-of-day way. Mostly to my doggies.

I am a puppy pushover. The dogs get what they want. If they want something they come to me. They paw at my leg. They whine in my direction. Because I cave. I am probably a dog trainer’s worst nightmare. I can’t help it… they pull at my heartstrings.

Today Brady got what he wanted. A hug. A sit-on-my-lap pawfully sweet hug.

And Pup got what he wanted. A pawfully cute kiss and lots of attention — and too much water.

And that was probably the extent of my intentional kindness today. And, you know what? I am okay with that. I yearned for a dog for half my adult life. I couldn’t convince my ex to be a dog owner. It caused me an overwhelmingly intense sort of sadness. The kind that is hard to explain to others, but you know it deep in your heart. When you’re a dog person you need a dog.

And now I have two. So, yeah, maybe I’m a pushover. But I waited for it and I have earned it. And I do enjoy every second of it. Even the bumpy, barky, messy days.

Which reminds me of another kind of kindness: enjoying what you have. 
Enjoy what you have, kind soul.

More tomorrow.

P.S.  Challenge #1 is still on!  Are you Practicing Respect?
If you choose to accept this challenge, try one of the following acts:
– admire someone with kind words
– point out a particular and appreciated detail with kind words
– use thoughtful words to compliment someone on an achievement


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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.


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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 44 :: love and cuteness overload

13 Feb
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. And I sit here with a Vizsla cuddled up on my lap as I try to write this post. It’s his way of saying I LOVE YOU in dog speak. That’s why they call them Velcro Dogs. And it totally melts my heart.

Tonight, as I sat on the floor, playing with the dogs, Justin announced. “It’s a good thing you love dogs so much.”

It’s true. I do. And I waited a very long time to have my own dog as an adult. In my previous life/marriage I couldn’t have a dog. It was forbidden for reasons I still don’t understand. So now, as it is for most people who wait a long time to get what they want, I appreciate the dogs in my life. Greatly.

Bliss, if you will.

So if you need an overload of cuteness before Valentine’s Day, just type the word “Vizsla” into the Pinterest search bar. You will see this!  Or, just type in whatever it is that your heart pines for, longs for, dreams of…. Loves.

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

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More tomorrow. 

  {what does your heart long for?}

Day 97: f*ing friday :: fast friends

6 Apr

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Finally

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Fast Friends.

As in, brothers from another mother.

In my year of finding more love and less fear, I have to say this new, little puppy has surprised and rocked my world.

I didn’t expect, plan or anticipate this little one entering our lives.
Neither did our ten-year-old dog, Pup.

It’s been a few weeks of early mornings with 5AM wake up calls, a constant tug-of-war of toys, a stream of nipping, chewing and pooping in some of the wrong places.

But it’s all worth if for the lovemore moments of kisses, cuddles and the success of learning new tricks.

In many ways, the new puppy Brady is just like most younger siblings.

He follows Pup around the house, chases after him on our walks, crawls all over him on the couch and MUST be wherever the big dog goes.

Including the laundry basket.

And, Pup, is in many ways just like most older brothers. 

He gets annoyed at the little one’s antics, he finds the best way to get away from Brady’s constant shadow, and he patiently sits still as little puppy paws trample all over and around him.

But at the end of each night, both of them find a cozy spot next to me, lick their paws in the same manner, rub their eyes — and true to their Vizsla nature — nose their way under the covers.

Because no matter what has happened thoughout the day, they both end up in the same place — right next to each other.

Just like brothers.
And, it’s so f*ing lovemore. 

Day 78: oh, puppy love!

18 Mar

Our family grew today, by four paws, a button nose and two floppy ears.  His name is Brady and he is an eight-week old Vizsla.

This is Brady’s first official blog post.

When Brady was born into this world he was the king of the litter.  As the biggest male he was swooped up right away and paid for —reserved for another owner.

At that owner’s request, Brady’s tail was not docked (it’s very common for Vizsla’s to have their tail cut short soon after birth).

But, somewhere along the way, plans changed.

The breeders had AKC papers on Brady’s dad Riley, but couldn’t produce them for Brady’s mom Bailey — because her human owner died soon after they bought her.

Without proper papers on the dam, Brady’s owner backed out. More inquiries came in for Brady, but none of them seemed to follow-up, follow through or work out.

Now, there was no home for Brady.
And, it was also too late to dock Brady’s tail.

On Friday, Justin found Brady’s listing online.  
And, today, we brought this little puppy home.

It was so easy.
There was no struggle, no contemplation, it just happened.
As if it had always been “meant to be.”

I do have to admit, I have a little fear popping up in me about becoming a puppy owner for the first time since I was eighteen, because back then my parents took care of all the training details.

But, as I sit here with Brady on one side of me and Pup on the other, I am reminded that life is supposed to be fun and easy.

Things are supposed to flow and to grow with ease.

Just like the way Brady landed in our lap.

He looks like a miniature version of Pup, he has many of the same mannerisms as Pup, and he has the same long tail as Pup — both never been docked.

It’s as if they are supposed to be together.
As if they were meant to be brothers.

Welcome home, Brady. 

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