My Zen Writing Cottage. Phase Two Begins – Nine Years Later.

My Zen Writing Cottage. Phase Two Begins - Nine Years Later.

You know the saying, “Good things come to those who wait?”

It was late summer 2007 when my dear John built me my writing cottage. A place of my own, off the corner of our deck. My private sanctuary to listen to the birds, write, feel connected to the world, or just a quiet place where I can think or just be.

The world turned upside down in 2008 when the economy sunk to an all time low. We were so scared, like many, that we may lose so many of the things we worked so hard for – John’s construction business or our home, or both.

We had to make some difficult decisions regarding our retirement savings, but we couldn’t risk losing the home we had come to love so dearly- our safe haven.

This also meant any landscaping we wanted to do, plus a white picket fence I wanted around my writing cottage, had to be put on hold.

It didn’t matter. We had a roof over our heads. We learned to cut even more from our personal overhead expense and from the construction business overhead. And we knew we were so much better off than many. We had nothing to complain about. We would do what we needed to survive.

Though there was much uncertainty and at times scary, we grew by leaps and bounds. Our determination and love grew stronger. We were a team and planned to stay one, no matter what.

And today as I sit in my writing cottage, the Pandora radio station playing Tuscany instrumental music, the wind blowing a brisk breeze for May, the sun shining, and the birds a flutter outside my window, Gidget curled up on the wicker chair next to me, I give thanks for the life I have.

Just outside the long five foot windows of my writing cottage, my heart smiles as John puts skirting around the bottom of my cottage. And this week if all goes as scheduled, the landscaping with an English garden theme will begin.

The long wait, though frustrating at times, has made it all the sweeter. And oh, how I look forward to the warm days ahead to see the flowers blooming all around me as a warm breeze will soon blow through the open windows too– and I shall be sitting here in complete bliss inside this sacred space that means the world to me.

And I picture myself a bit like Tasha Tudor, who loved to walk around her flowers for a little break in her day, a corgi or two in the lead.

Tasha Tudor

I do believe I just might think I’ve died and gone to heaven!

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Double Amputee Dog Gets a Second Chance and a Set of Wheels

Double Amputee Dog Gets a Second Chance and a Set of Wheels
Roo

Roo was found as a young pup who hadn’t eaten in a long time and also in very bad shape. So bad, it resulted in the need to have his front limbs amputated.

Roo’s journey was just beginning as then he found his way to a very kind woman with a huge heart named Joanne who lives in the UK.

I learned of Roo when Joanne posted a link to Roo’s Facebook page on my page for National Walk ‘N Roll Dog Day. She was working hard to raise the funds to help get Roo a wheelchair and sharing his story wherever she could.

Something in Roo’s eyes called out to me. I knew without a second guess that I wanted to use donations from the Frankie Wheelchair Fund to get Roo up and running.

But when I contacted Joanne she advised that Roo first needed therapy and she was also being given advice from the rescue from where she adopted Roo.

But I waited it out and told her that I’d really like to help and pay for Roo’s wheelchair so the money she raised to date could go towards Roo’s continued therapy and care.

And we eventually had a deal!  Joanne has been so gracious and grateful for the help for Roo.

And it’s been a joy to be a part of Roo’s continued healing journey.

His wheelchair just arrived earlier this week and he is slowly learning to use them. Sometimes a dog that has gone most of his life without limbs, such as Roo has since a puppy, they take a bit longer to get used to a wheelchair than a dog who has walked for most of his life and then is in the need of a wheelchair for various reasons.

But I see determination in Roo’s eyes and I feel only love and patience from Joanne — what a team they are and no doubt Roo will be running and playing soon on the beach near his home where he loves to go.

Roo makes the 56th dog the Frankie Wheelchair Fund has helped! You can see all the dogs given the gift of mobility because of continued donations from others here.

To learn more about the Frankie Wheelchair Fund and how you can donate or apply for help, please visit our website.

Roo’s wheelchair custom made by Eddie’s Wheels for Pets.

Keep on Rolling, Roo!!  Much love from all of us here in the USA!

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Vanity Lesson from Wisdom of Dog

Vanity Lesson from Wisdom of Dog

Dogs and vanity — those two words don’t really belong together. That is the beauty of one of the lessons we can learn from them.

Last month, Gidget had to have six teeth pulled. Last year she had 15 pulled, which now leaves her with only half her teeth.  Dachshunds, unfortunately can be notorious for bad teeth, even if one is due diligent in brushing them.

I’ve had to fight Gidget since day one of adopting her to brush those teeth of hers. It’s not a pleasant experience for either of us. She somewhat tolerates a dental wipe I now use for her.

But with the last dental it looked like one of her lower canines needed to come out. My vet said he didn’t like to have to pull those if it didn’t need to be.

I asked why, and he told me because that is what holds a dogs tongue in. Without it, Gidget’s tongue would fall out to the side on occasion. I said, ” Is that bad?”  Meaning, could it cause her pain or something I wasn’t aware of.

He said it is strictly cosmetic. I said, “That’s it?”

He shared with me that many clients don’t want their dogs tongue to hang out. I grinned and said, ” Really?  Well, I think you know that wouldn’t bother me.” He smiled.

It made me think about vanity in our world and all the cosmetic surgery that happens on a daily basis. While some is truly needed, I think so much of it is done for the wrong reasons. And honestly, it makes me sad to think of how (especially women) have bought into what our culture has defined as how they should look.

And by all means, I am not perfect and have my days of wishing I had more of ” this”  or less of “that.”  But it’s never been worth it to me risk going under the knife.

Gidget’s tongue hanging out to the side had me revisiting how I felt the day my dachshund, Frankie became paralyzed in 2006.  How I worried what others would think that I had a dog in a wheelchair.

How I came to realize it was really all my “stuff” and none of hers.  I’d come to learn she didn’t see a wheelchair as a negative, as humans can tend to do. But it was a tool that helped her live a quality life. She was still the same Frankie. Her wheelchair changed nothing about her.

But it changed so much for me. I started to treat myself better. My inner talk of beating myself up became less and less. I started to accept myself for who I am. I came to understand more and more that I am not my body. It is just the house that provides a place for my soul to reside for now. And it’s my spirit, that when I take care of it, shines through in a beautiful way.

And so it was with Frankie and her back legs not working, and is now with Gidget and her endearing little pink tongue that hangs out to the side.

But she is still Gidget – the sweet, loving, independent, sometimes stubborn, endearing little dog that she always was and will always be. The spirit of who she is comes shining through whether her tongue is hanging out or not.

I am my own biggest critic. Before anyone else has criticized me, I have already criticized myself. But for the rest of my life, I am going to be with me and I don’t want to spend my life with someone who is always critical. So I am going to stop being my own critic. It’s high time that I accept all the great things about me.”  -C. JoyBell

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