Before Adopting A New Dog

Roxy passed away just over four weeks ago. So that’s four weeks and four days of agonizing over whether or not to adopt a new dog.

After lots of soul-crushing wrestling with reality — accepting that a new dog wouldn’t be the same as Roxy — I finally realized there’s really only one way to decide.

How does Rico feel about it?

I struggle with gauging if Rico feels lonely or content. It isn’t as easy as it sounds, especially with grief clouding my judgment. And especially with a dog who acts like he smokes too much weed. Roxy’s unmistakable excitement burst like popcorn at the thought of doing anything — laundry, going to work, checking the mail, whatever. Rico’s excitement, on the other hand, emerges like a turtle from his shell. Or, more accurately, like a slow drip drool.

Reading the signs

So how do you know when your dog needs a new friend? Here’s what I observed with Rico:

  1. He expresses more interest in car rides.

new dog 2

Before, it wasn’t unusual for him to stay home. Now if I tell him at night that we’re going for a ride tomorrow, he watches my every move the next morning. He doesn’t need a reminder.

2. He checks in with me on walks now. I’ve written about fixing our dysfunctional walks, with Roxy out front and Rico slumped behind. And I’ve written about slowing down and using our walks as a meditation. Now, as Rico and I meander side by side, he frequently looks up at me with tail a’ wagging.

3. He leans in more. I know some behaviorists would probably say this is dominance. But whenever I wanted to reach through my computer to strangle a colleague, Roxy would throw herself across my lap, licking my face. Rico isn’t quite as dramatic, but he quietly sits on my foot or leans against my leg with his own gentle reminder.

4. He’s friskier on outings. He explores more, even walking into water that’s — gasp! — chest-high.

new dog 4

I guess he feels more satisfied, too, because I don’t have to drag him across the parking lot to go home anymore.

5. He willingly took a bath. I walked out from my shower to find him laying on the hallway floor looking up at me. He waved with his tail once and again after I asked him if he wanted a bath. I thought for sure he’d disappear in a puff of smoke as I got his towels out, but he didn’t. He walked in and let me lift him into the tub. Who was this guy?

Before adopting another dog to fill the void in my heart, I have to admit Rico seems pretty happy right now. Love for his two-legged family fills his heart. And when I stop focusing on the gaping hole left by Roxy, I can feel his happiness filling my heart, too.

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A Sad Good-Bye

Our companion animals teach us the most important life lessons, which is why we should always revere them. Love and take care of them.

So it is with a heavy, grieving heart that I tell you I lost my most precious teacher of all. A week ago, we saw Roxy safely to the other side. Though she had an ultrasound just days before I left for 5-days, a new mass was discovered just a couple of days after I returned. Tests confirmed carcinoma. Then her left rear leg swelled up. She only moved to relieve herself. Sleep was fitful.

Her body looked uncomfortable. Yet her eyes still shone with love and joy, which made the decision that much more painful. My boyfriend and I stayed with her, talking to her, petting her and holding her through the end.

Just before I left, I wrote a blog about choosing to trust life’s course. I had been worried about leaving her for a week, but I had signed up for this camp before her diagnosis.

I wrote about the choice between using energy to fight the endless flow of fearful, negative thoughts — in my case, all of the things that could go wrong while I was away — or just going with the flow of life.

I went with the flow, thinking everything would be fine. I guess that depends on whose definition of “fine” we’re using. Clearly not mine.

Life doesn’t owe us a favor in return for trusting it. Putting our faith in life isn’t a quid pro quo to getting what we want. It is a way to ensure we get what we need, even if it’s a bitter pill.

Beyond this first hard lesson, I’ve started seeing more glimmers of wisdom in this experience. Roxy’s death will not be in vain. But the film of pain is still too sticky and thick. Her wise gifts haven’t come into clear focus yet, though Rico has been helping me see them. As they do, we will continue to share them here.

Thank you to everyone who has ever had a kind thought about Roxy. When looking to add a dog to your family, please do consider adopting a pit bull. Both that I have been lucky enough to call mine added immeasurable warmth, color, and hilarity to my life. The world is much grayer without them.

Sad good bye

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Remembreing To Play Every Day

If our nature is permitted to guide our life, we grow healthy, fruitful, and happy. - Abraham Maslow

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When The River Divides

Rico, Roxy, and I have rediscovered our rhythm, merrily rowing along the river of life. There have been no new medical crises since Roxy’s cancer diagnosis. Roxy still shows no ill effects from her ongoing chemotherapy.

Now, however, we’re coming up on an island in the middle of our course and we can’t take the same channel around it.

See, before Roxy’s diagnosis, I registered for a qigong camp. Simply defined, qigong means the study or training of life energy (qi) in which one invests a lot of time and effort (gong). It’s a component of Chinese martial arts, but also a practice in its own right.

The voice in my head reminds me for five days I’ll be 230-plus miles away while my family takes turns doggie-sitting Rico and Roxy. I could argue with that voice how it’ll all be OK until the cows come home. Or there might be an easier way to enjoy my time away as I learned on a recent kayaking trip.

Who Chose This Channel?

Over the weekend, I kayaked the Shenandoah River with friends. The water wasn’t high but had a nice current. It offered a smooth ride for little effort.

When we came upon an island in the river, the current carried us to one channel. With the shorelines closer together, the tree branches seemed to link together overhead like fingers, enveloping us in a serene, shaded tunnel of chirping birds and stunning, large trees. Quite lovely!

View of river from kayak

A view from the channel around the island

At least, until we rounded the bend near the end of the island. The roots of a fallen tree pulled up a huge chunk of earth blocking the majority of the channel. And no matter how hard I paddled toward the small opening, that current was carrying me straight to that wall of roots.

Riding The Current

I really didn’t want to bump that tree and risk capsizing or, worse, bruising my ego. My two options were to keep flailing my paddle in a futile attempt to fight the current. Or I could trust my efforts and the flow of the current to deliver me to safety.

They did.

As I thought about my upcoming qigong camp, I realized I had the same choices. I could furiously fight with the current of thoughts documenting everything that could go wrong while I’m away or prepare as best as I can and trust life to guide us through this pass.

Choosing To Go With The Flow

There’s an old saying about winning someone’s trust. Thing is, it isn’t that easy. Trust is a choice. A verb. It’s not something you can reason with or win an argument against and be done. There is always a reason not to trust; choosing not to almost always seems like the safer choice.

But choosing to trust life’s course can lead to great reward. It’s the one that saw me around that tree, dry and ego intact. It’s also the one giving me the chance to learn from one of the best martial arts instructors in the country.

Of course I’ll prepare. I’ll pre-package and label the dogs’ meals with medications already dispensed. Everyone will be given contact info for their regular vet as well as Roxy’s oncologist. And I’ll keep my cell phone handy at all times.

But then I’ll have to trust my prep work and life’s flow to steer us safely through this pass. It won’t be easy, but it will be done. And I’ll even try to enjoy the scenery along the way.

Turtle sunning herself in the middle of the river

A view from the channel around the island

 

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Learning To See Again

 

Canadian geese at water's edge

Something about the way the morning sun lit up the lake and the Canadian geese around it arrested my attention. Thankfully. Because something about the way the ground smelled arrested Rico and Roxy and I couldn’t get them moving again. The distraction snapped my irritation.

Since they’re both eight years-old now and with various issues and illnesses, I try to check my impatience and let them do their thing. About a year ago, I wrote about how to practice walking meditation with dogs. These days that usually becomes a standing meditation.

I’d be lying if I said that didn’t bother me. Not for the obvious reason that it’s another reminder — one I don’t need — that my babies aren’t babies anymore. They’re mortal. Every walk could, in fact, be our last as a pack.

I’ve been practicing grounding myself in the immediate moment. It helps redirect my attention away from that fear.

That practice, however, has been a double-edged sword. Because I’m so focused on the here and now, I want to get them moving, get them some exercise. They are still here with me and, by golly, we’re out for a walk. Albeit a shorter or slower one.

Perhaps it was the sharp sunlight blinding my eyes as I turned back toward them to plead for them to move. Or maybe it was yet another prod by the universe, a divine intervention to wake up. But the scene took my break away. I happened to be just receptive enough to receive the message.

That message? Take every opportunity to soak in the world surrounding me. Especially when doing so also makes Rico and Roxy happy. Don’t just see. Let my eye rest wherever it’s naturally drawn. Let myself feel what I see. Feel the awe. And most importantly, feel the gratitude for being here. Now.

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Life Unfolds To Reveal…What, Exactly?

Letting life unfold— you’ve probably heard this somewhere, from a self-help guru or an old sage. I imagine petals opening into a flower. Maybe a fresh bed sheet billowing in the breeze to reveal children joyfully playing hide-and-seek. Can you feel the cosmic waves washing away doubt and fear?

If so, I’ll have what you’re smoking. My dogs, Rico and Roxy, and I have been through a lot since we last posted on Dog and Dojo. And when Roxy, my little pit bull, developed an aggressive cancer after more than a year of physical therapy for an injury, life’s unfolding felt more like the unfolding of damp, smelly workout clothes that had been sitting for weeks.

I guess life doesn’t always elegantly unfurl to present its gifts. Sometimes it drops those gifts into a crumpled heap. A heap, mind you, that Roxy appears to enjoy snuggling in.

 

Roxy under blankets in bed

How can a person achieve her mindset?

Dirty Clothes Piling Up

I swear I’ve never let dirty clothes pile up for long, but since I started with the laundry theme, I’m sticking with it. Let’s go back to early 2014. That’s when Roxy tore one ACL. By mid-2014, she strained the other. That’s a big pile of unpleasant laundry. But wait, there’s more.

Since Roxy can’t tolerate beeping noises after I bullied her with a bark collar (biggest regret ever), a stay at the vet’s for surgery, with all its beeping machinery, wasn’t an option. Not unless it was to save her life.

Which it was when they discovered a hard mass in her lower belly. That brings us to this year.

When The Laundry Starts To Stink

I know that’s gross. But so was Roxy’s grade four carcinoma mass with its own system of blood vessels. She developed the kind of cancer that doubles in size in less than a month. And hers had evidence of metastasizing, or spreading already.

The good news, sort of, is that it isn’t painful for her. It steals energy from her body. Left unchecked, she would simply deteriorate and be gone in three months or so.

We’ve been checking it, though. With chemotherapy, homemade food, closely monitored fun, and a spoiling fit for a princess. (More on each of those topics in future posts.)

Still better news is that chemo doesn’t have the same devastating effects on dogs as it does on people — no weight or hair loss, normally no nausea. In fact, she’s handled it like a champ. She’s been in treatment for a few months now. And she’s still the same Roxy.

 

Roxy pulling her toy away from camera

Well, almost. Because she also suffers from a canine form of Bell’s Palsy (I’ll cover that later, too). The right side of her face became paralyzed—heartbreaking because it meant she couldn’t fully smile. She also can’t blink. Early on, she drooled a lot and had soggy food bits stuck in her cheek that she flung onto the walls or furniture. Or us.

A Little Laundry Everyday

Life is in a state of constant unfolding. It reveals all sorts of things along the way. Some good. Some like smelly gym shorts. We have to maintain its pace by working on ourselves, dealing with each thing as it comes, or else we suffer. Like laundry, you’re never actually done. As soon as you empty the hamper, someone throws in their socks. Life unfolds to reveal another challenge.

We all fall short at times and it hurts; that’s human. And pain can be deafening. But Roxy snores pretty loud, too. And she looks mighty comfy in that pile of blankets.

 

Roxy snuggled under blankets looking content

So maybe life unfolds to reveal that even in the midst of pain, joy beckons. Maybe challenges are designed to help us learn and practice hearing it over the fear and suffering?

What do you think?

Have you ever been lucky enough to recognize a blessing even while in pain’s grip? I’d love to hear about it, so please do share in the comments below.

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Warmest Wishes

Rico and Roxy snuggling in a Christmas photograph

Rico, Roxy, and I feel so blessed to have reached people in so many countries over the last year. Thank you.

No matter where you are or what this time of year means to you, we wish you and yours the very best.

May peace and joy be yours all year long.

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Stop and Smell the Flowers

Rico and Roxy in front of a flower garden

I recently came across this gem from poet Mary Oliver. I think it’s a beautiful reminder to watch animals – especially our dogs, our bridges to nature – to learn how to enjoy life agenda-free using mindfulness.

I hope you enjoy!

“Luke”

By Mary Oliver

From Dog Songs (2013)

I had a dog

who loved flowers

Briskly she went

through the fields,

yet paused

for the honeysuckle

or the rose,

her dark head

and her wet nose

touching

the face

of every one

with its petals

of silk,

with its fragrance

rising

into the air

where the bees,

their bodies

heavy with pollen,

hovered—

and easily

she adored

every blossom,

not in the serious

careful way

that we choose

this blossom or that blossom—

the way we praise or don’t praise—

the way we love

or don’t love—

but the way

we long to be—

that happy

in the heaven of earth—

that wild, that loving.

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Grateful that Thanksgiving has Gone to the Dogs

I really can’t wrap my brain around this new “open on Thanksgiving” trend in retail. Even if they assume enough consumers hate their families enough to shop rather than spend time eating a meal with them, do they really think they can rip anyone away from faces like these?

 

Rico and Roxy crashed on the sofa

Roxy (L) and Rico (R) sleeping after a fun day of vacation.

Get real, retail. You might be able to compete with the holiday that’s all about family. But you fail miserably against the love of dogs.

Thanksgiving, and Adopt-A-Senior Month, also in November, reminds me that Rico and Roxy aren’t going to be with me forever.

Last year I wrote about Rico’s lessons on gifts offered by senior pets. But the grey hairs have sprouted on Roxy’s little muzzle, too…

 

Close-up of Roxy's muzzle

Just a hint of white is starting to pop up around Roxy’s mouth.

I try to remind myself to appreciate them in little moments throughout every day. But having a full day to focus on gratitude – it’s almost detoxifying. A good massage or a sauna melts away physical tension allowing my body to naturally ease into proper alignment. And a whole day of being thankful – not just for Rico and Roxy, but for everyone and everything in my life – melts away mental tension allowing my priorities ease into proper order.

Yes, my Thanksgiving has gone to the dogs. And I couldn’t be more thankful.

Wherever you are, I hope you, too, can set aside a day to remember all that you’re thankful for.

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Five Steps to Alleviating Your Off Leash Fears

View from the boat of Rico and Roxy on the shore

Off leash. Off leash in the mountains. Off leash in the mountains hours away from home.

Crazy? Maybe.

While chatting with a friend about our vacation, she couldn’t believe we let Rico and Roxy off leash. In fact, they were off leash romping along the creek shoreline while my boyfriend and I drifted in the canoe, practicing for our big adventure with the dogs.

She asked how you overcome fears about being off leash. Here’s my step-by-step guide.

Step One: Know Thy Animal

Rico covets food. He reminds me every mealtime when he drools so much he sounds like he loses bladder control.

But Rico also has a theme song—Bon Jovi’s “Lay Your Hands on Me.” A simple hug is enough.

Roxy just loves excitement. It’s not so much the hugs or even petting. She’ll come charging at me when I call, but then happily worm around my legs and through my hands. She seems to just want to know she’s a good girl.

What motivates your dog?

Step Two: Lay the Groundwork

I mean, love, love, love. Whole-hearted, 100% focused love. When I give R&R affection, I give them affection. Not affection with a rough hand because I’m still pissed at whomever or whatever.

I believe this undivided attention, or “being the cookie” as some call it, works for curbing door dashing. It helps with successful “come” cues. And it gave me that little extra confidence to let them off leash.

Step Three: Assess Threats versus Stories

Rico and Roxy might see a squirrel and go after it into the woods, towards the road … that’s a story.

A raccoon could come along and they get into a squabble. Then I’ll need to find a vet … story.

Anything and everything in these woods are interesting and they run off exploring and I’ll never see them again …

The drama of a story can be entertaining or debilitating. Either way, it’s distracting from reality.

When I pushed the stories aside and really surveyed the area for viable threats, there were a few but not many. That’s the real value of mindfulness training.

Step Four: Know When to Hold “em

It’s autumn in the woods. I probably won’t detect wildlife before Rico and Roxy. They have better hearing and a better sense of smell. Sure, I stay mindful so that if I see a critter, I don’t just say, “Oh how cute!” but actually regain control of the dogs before they react to it. But to really get a sense for what’s out there, I keep an eye on them.

The second I see Rico or Roxy pause, look stiff, perk their ears up, start sniffing the air … come here, babies!

Step Five: Know When to Fold ‘Em

It would have been lovely to have Rico and Roxy with us at night around the campfire. But in reality, too many noises beyond the light’s reach kept them on alert. So into the house they go while we roast marshmallows.

I would never let Rico and Roxy off leash anywhere without having these basics steps in place. So, be mindful of your dog’s motivations and how you cultivate them, be mindful of what’s actually around you (not just in your head), keep an eye on your dog, and know when it’s just too much. That’s how I overcome my fear about letting my babies off leash.

 

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