Meditation by Guinness

My Auntie Annie asked me to do a blog on Meditation (she liked my blog on Yoga).  So I am going to do that now.  

I meditate regularly.  Meditation is great for the puppy soul.  It's great for every soul.  And really, it's a very personal thing.  Some meditation is done with breathing techniques.  Some is done with muscle relaxing techniques.  My meditation is a mixture of both.

I can meditate almost anywhere.  Here, for example, I was gazing out over the DC Ranch 

golf course, and suddenly felt the urge to meditate.  So I just sat and gazed and breathed in the wonderful essence of the area.  (Unfortunately, my Dad is not so into meditation and very soon was pulling on my leash to keep walking before we got hit with a golf ball.)

In Clayton, there are so many places and situations in which I meditate.  Here is one:

Sometimes when I'm on my bed (the bed I let Mom and Dad sleep in sometimes), I will hang my head over the edge and just contemplate the floor.  It is so relaxing and soon I go to sleep.  (Actually, a lot of my meditation ends up in sleep.)

Then, sometimes I just concentrate on one interesting piece that I put near my meditations spot.  Here I am meditating on a bone.  It feels really good to meditate on a bone.

And WHERE you meditate can make a big difference in your success as a meditator.  I think that's what you call one who meditates.  As opposed to the bone, which is a meditatee - one who is meditated upon.  (I learned that from looking at Mom and Dad's legal books).

I really like to meditate on the stair landing.  (I mean, that's WHERE I meditate, not that the stair landing is the meditatee.  It's actually a boring medatatee, but it's a good place to meditate.)  Especially when Mom is downstairs and Dad is upstairs.  Then I can keep tabs on both of them, even while I'm in a meditative state.  Depending on which one needs more of my attention will dictate my meditative posture.  If Mom is downstairs and making noises that sound like dinner may be coming, I meditate with my head towards the kitchen.

But if Dad is making noises like he is going to come downstairs, then I meditate with my head towards the upstairs.

But the best meditation for me is when I just sit and think about the sunsets in Arizona. Then I just veg out and fall asleep.

 

Hope you have a successful Meditation Practice.  Call me if you have any questions on how to meditate.

Love,

G

Pool Party!

The pools are up at the park!  Wait till my Arizona friends see this!  Our Arizona park is shady and grassy, but it doesn't have a pool.  The best pool in Arizona is at Always Unleashed and that was a GREAT pool.  You could really swim in that pool.

The pools at my Clayton Dog Park are not like the one at Always Unleashed.  But they're still pretty neat.  I like to jump around in them.

I always invite all my friends to come in with me, but sometimes, they're ascared to do it. See, I didn't just jump in when I was a young pup, either.  In fact, Mom thought I would never get in the pool.  But one day, a really fun Australian Shepard puppy bounced in and made it look like so much fun that I just jumped in with him.  And I've been jumping in ever since.  But I won't sit in the pool.  I don't like to get my butt wet.   I always try to get the others to see how much fun it is, though.  There is room for two of us in each of those pools!

And you should see this pool.  It's in a gravel frame shaped like a doggie bone!  Imagine that.  Someone thought to make it really fun for us puppies by making it look like a doggie bone.  I just love it.  I mean if there was anything any better than a pool, then it would have to be a doggie bone!

Jumping around in the pool always makes us thirsty.  So then we all to to the water cooler.  I've heard that humans use water coolers to get together to talk and gossip.  We doggies use the water cooler to drink water.  What else is a water cooler for?

Sometimes it looks like nobody is going to get a drink 'cuz everybody wants one at once. But my friends at the park are really good about sharing.  There's always spots for thirsty dogs.  And I make sure of that!  I'll step away to let a little dog get a drink if it gets too crowded.  You have to be polite at the dog park or other dogs won't like you.

After that,  it's time to veg out.

Yes, the Dog Park is really fun when the pool is open.  You should come!

Hope you have a cool place to play when it's hot out.

Love, 

G

At the Vet

Lots of my puppy dog friends don't like to get into their family cars because they might end up at the vet.  Not me.  I love to get into our car, 'cuz most of the time I end up at my Dog Park.  (Except when I end up 1,434 miles away in another state, like when we went to Arizona).

Me?  I never know when we're going to the vet.  Our vet is right behind my house.  On a different street, but right behind us.  So when we go to the vet, we walk.  But we walk all the time.  So how do I know when we're going to the vet?

Actually, I don't until Mom takes a detour on our usual walk and goes up those *&%$$ stairs which I KNOW goes right to the Vet's parking lot.  I sometimes try to go on strike but she doesn't let me do that. 

 When we're going to the vet we HAVE to go to the vet.  I don't get any say in it.

So we go down this path that takes us to the vet's.  Sometimes when we go in the front door of the vet's office, I get to meet another dog.  This was one of those times.  And was this dog every cute!  He had a white spot on his chest, just like mine.  And just like me, he was a Rescue Dog.  His owner didn't know what kind of dog he was, just like me!  They say that lots of mixed up puppies like me get that white spot on their chest.  So he must be a mixed up puppy, too.  Maybe we're related!

Anyway, then they put me in the room to wait for the Vet.  It has a very nasty table that I just know they're going to put me on and then it's never any fun.  

Oh, well.  Not much I can do about it.  I'm just a dog.

While we were waiting, Mom told me to sit on the scale.  Which I did, and it said 63.8.  Uh, oh.  That's not good for me.  I'm supposed to be under 60.  Well, maybe I can fix that.  I slid my feet ever so slightly, so Mom wouldn't see.

  That only got me down to 62.2 pounds. 




















 Hmm, wait till she's not looking again.  And I'll just ease on down here so she thinks I'm sleeping on the scale.

There.  58.8 pounds.  I'm golden!







When it was finally over, I knew I was entitled to something good.  And I had my eye on the treats from the word go!

Nobody's getting out of this room until I get my just rewards!  

And I did.

No more vet for awhile.  Mom says I'm good for another year.  Unless I get sick.  I think I won't get sick if it means I don't have to go to the vet.

Hope you are all well.

Love G.

Change is Good

I have had to deal with lots of changes in my young life.  I changed families when I was just 12 weeks old.  Then after living in Clayton for a year, I moved to Arizona for 7 months and then back to Clayton.  But always I had my familiar crates to climb into for security. 

When we got back to Clayton, however, me and Mom decided to try something new.  She had set up my crate up in the bedroom but I wasn't feeling like using it much.   So after awhile, she asked me if I would rather have a Doggie Bed to curl up in.  Well, I didn't know, 'cuz, I didn't know what a Doggie Bed was.

Well we went shopping.  Yes, she takes me shopping sometimes.  I'm really good at helping pick out doggie treats when we shop.  Sometimes I even bring them up to the cash register.  I'm a big help for Mom when we shop.  So I looked forward to shopping for a Doggie Bed, whatever a Doggie Bed is. 

We picked out a pretty blue cushiony thing, but I wasn't at all sure I was going to like this.

 It seemed a little small.  I would have to work on this a bit.

So I tried a couple of different ways.

  

Finally I found a rather comfortable spot.

Yes, I think this is a change I'm going to like.  Doggie Beds!  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Don't ever be afraid of changes.  They can be awful nice.

Love,

G

What it takes to make a friend

I think I am a friendly puppy.  At least I try to be.  And I want every other puppy dog in the world to like me.  That's just how I am.  But sometimes you have to go to great lengths to get friends.

For example.   My new best friend, Cody.  Cody is a really beautiful dog.  See, this is Cody.  he's almost as pretty as my friend Ozzie (I miss Ozzie):

 

I greeted him when he came into the Dog Park.  (As I always greet every dog that comes into my Dog Park.)  I tried to make him feel very welcome.  We ran and played for awhile, but then he decided to prove he was more important than me.  So he rolls me over and tries to bite my neck.

I just let him do it, 'cuz I don't care if he wants to think he's more important than me.  As long as he plays with me.  So I let him think he was Mr. Important, and then I asked him if we could just kiss and make up and play again.

He said sure.  So we did.
 

And now we play and have lots of fun.  He IS my new best friend!

Hope you know how to make and keep your friends!  It's not always easy.  I know.

Love,

G.