Life Drifts From One Day To The Next

“Just me and my thoughts dreaming life away…”

Image of a gorgeous boy called Finn. Courtesy of his owner.

Background

When my friend HyaenaDad posted a comment on one of my animal communication articles indicating that his beloved dog, Finn, had a problem, I was a goner. I didn’t know if I could help, or in fact, if his dog could help given the voice, but I had to try!

This is the comment that inspired this reading for Finn.

“Oh why gawd, H. These readings are so interesting! I wonder if dogs can tell us what they’d need to help them with an itch they have….my dog seems to have this itchy face issue….cant figure out how to help. Thought it was his ears (he’s a cocker) but it seems pretty clean….”

Finn

It’s nice to be listened to for a change. Us dogs get spoken to more than regarded as the wisdom filled souls that we are.

So much in life is out of our control and beyond us to change. We don’t even have the choice of where and when we go potty! I’m not complaining. For the privilege of a home, a loving family and a warm bed each night it’s not a big sacrifice.

Tell me how I can fit in and improve your life and I’m right there with you. I am a faithful and constant companion for MizzKay and I know I’m loved by the household mom and dad too.

In my own quiet backwater of life there is everything to be thankful for. Nothing really to speak about in fact. One day blurs into the next with time to sleep, watch a spot of TV and go for a walk when I’m lucky.

Time passes. Yes, time passes. I can be reflective about all that and sometimes looking out the window I see life passing by and I wonder if it’s indeed leaving me behind. Everyone has places to go and be except me.

I pace the floor and whine at the door when I’m left alone but it’s really just my soul song anticipating the return of my family again more than any distress I am feeling. I know not to wake the neighbours, so to speak, with a tune that wouldn’t be appreciated.

There is yapping in the distance sometimes and I don’t want a reputation for mindless chatter that nobody appreciates. I am a well-mannered and, dare I say, cultured puppy.

“What have you been up to today?” HD is apt to ask me when he comes in the door tired and hungry. “Any news to tell me?” he jokes, imagining I could launch forth into some wise and heroic tale, as if I’ve been slaying dragons in the yard all day.

Nope, just me and my thoughts dreaming life away. I don’t have the active imagination of a writer’s mind like he does.

*Audible sigh. *

(He puts his head down on his front paw, legs stretched out before him and looks up with soulful eyes).

My ears do bother me from time to time. I don’t like the wind in my ears that whistles a tuneless melody. Ringing ears they call it and it’s a problem I’ve had for years.

What causes it I couldn’t say but it makes my head feel congested like a person with a head cold that doesn’t think quite clearly. I don’t know what causes this malady. If I knew I would surely be a Dr. Dog. I’m not alone in hearing the echoing of congestion in my brain. The tuneless drumming of a beating energy.

Most of the time I can ignore it but then I put my paw to my ear and scratch away hoping to relieve the pressure.

(There is a long quiet, and I wait before questioning if Finn has more to say).

I’m thinking.

(Another long pause).

I’m still thinking.

I suppose we could try ice cream. Or French fries. With gravy. Lots of scratches under the chin and a warm bath with floral scented shampoo. (He grins and thinks that’s amusing for some reason).

Nope, out of ideas.

(I asked would the vet help.) He says: Nope, the vet doesn’t have a clue either. It would just cost lots of money.

(What about diet?)

I don’t like the kibble with lots of fillers. They generally are unhealthy for me and cause my skin to itch and crawl a bit. I guess that’s a consideration. They make you fat too in the long run but I’m greedy sometimes and don’t want to be limited in the salty addiction of so much yummy in my tummy.

I wonder if rice is a better option and then I could eat people food. I would wag my tail if I had one.

It’s a curious world, isn’t it?? I’m tired now. No more talking about such nonsense and silliness.

He’s home soon. I best go settle myself beside the door. Another day over.

All done… except for supper time!

Feedback from the reading:

HyaenaDad kindly shared some wonderful feedback which is shared here.

I loved the reading… I’ll read it from the mobile app and write my comments down here.

I can’t thank Heather enough for helping Finn and I try to solve his itching problem. Shows you how kind a person is, doesn’t it?

“Just me and my thoughts dreaming life away … “

I didn’t know I was getting a philosophical boy when we first brought you home. Finn was our adopted good boy and we were his 3rd home, not from being a naughty boy, but from mismatched timing, I guess. His first owner kept him caged as a puppy and that gave him a rather nasty skin condition which, I’m afraid, is lasting till today.

Nice to be listened to for a change? Well, Finn … when Heather wrote “What have you been up to today?” my jaw dropped. You actually understand my words eh? I usually ask him “How has your day been?” when I come home … but all you do is look at me with that soulful eyes … I’m sorry I can’t quite understand your words yet … but if its meant to be, then perhaps one day?

*audible sigh* … in addition to Dogster of Philosophy, I get an emotional one at that? LOL. It helps me feel better now to know that you’re not feeling overly anxious when the whole family has to step out for a bit. The way you come and plonk yourself by the door watching us go out breaks my heart sometimes.

The part where Heather is pausing to wait if you have anything else to say … ice cream? French fries with gravy?

Okay … Dogster of Philosophy, emotional doggo and a comedian? Wow! I kinda hit the jackpot with our boy, didn’t i?

The part on diet … well, I try to search for some quality kibbles for you, but you have a point there, seeing all kibbles are mass produced. I did consider trying to feed you rice and veg, but did read some people saying to avoid rice because of some reason or another? Hey … I know your tail was shortened .. but we can still see your cute lil tail wagging away … so do continue wagging boy!

The part when he says ‘He’s home soon … best go settle myself beside the door’ just warms my heart. He used to just stick by the door waiting for me to get back, but I’m glad that these days, he sometimes will busy himself in the kitchen while hyaenaMum is preparing food, hoping to sneak in a bite or two (compassion feeding, lol).

Once again, H, I can’t thank you enough! It certainly was great to know what Finn thinks and tell him sorry if the communication was too much a one way.

Cheers!