Good Choices, Good Nutrition…by Lisa Harmon

It’s been a little while since I’ve put up a post here, and I hope your holidays were enjoyable. We got catching up to do!

I’ve been knitting and crocheting alot, and the more sedentary I’ve become the more my fatigue and fibro has bothered me. I have to be careful not to get too much physical activity, but it seems I’ve not been getting quite enough activity, either. That, combined thwith what I believe will be a year of higher costs of living vs a fixed income… I’m motiviated once again to re-start building my veggie garden.

I’ve got my landscape fabric, and I’m buying 1/2″ chat to create the walkways with. It’s cheaper than mulch and I don’t have to add more every year or two. If I can get the fabric down this month, I’m hoping by March the existing grass will have died down under it, and I can use my small Mantis tiller to work in some compost and stuff.

My body can stand up to moving one or two loads (half a ton each) of chat one day, and resting the next okay. Of course, the pain levels go up, so I’ve gone to the maximum 3 a day of the generic gabapentin (Lyrica type med), and that makes it managable. At least for awhile.

I’m hoping to reduce my grocery bills, yes, but I don’t use a bunch of chemicals and sprays if I can help it. And I use organic fertilizers and such. So my own veggies are healthier and more nutritious than what I can get at the store without going broke buying organic.

Got my fingers crossed that I can get a decent sized garden going this spring. Getting the right amount of exercise when you have FMS/CFS is a bit of an art! Each person is different, and needs to listen closely to their body’s signals.

I know this is a “dog blog”, so here’s my transition from personal to dog: getting the right amount of exercise and good nutrition for your dog is just as important, and just as much of an art! Poor nutrition and either not enough or too much exercise can be a cause of health problems like obesity and allergies. It can also be the culprit in behavioral problems such as destructive chewing or hyperactivity.

Dogs can’t talk verbally, but they do communicate! Learning how to read your dog’s behavior and physical reactions may not always be easy, but boy can it help treat and prevent problems. For instance, I personally don’t allow my dogs to run wild in the house, such as having zoomies or leaping on and off the furniture. If I got a puppy doing that, it’s time for a good run OUTSIDE.

1337040162_dd8378c302_oI know some folks who think that’s okay, or just normal puppy crazies, but a giant dog on a rampage can do serious damage to flooring and furniture, and you too. Not okay with me! Out we go, right now.

My philosophy is there is a place for hard exercise, and a place to play more gently. Dogs can quickly learn what we do here but not there, so if you start them as puppies running and zooming in the yard, but chewing bones and playing less exhuberantly with squeekies inside, they will usually continue that throughout their lives.

If a dog feels free to run on a rampage indoors, it can not only damage your home and belongings when they weigh 150+ pounds, it can damage you. I don’t like it, and I think it’s just not a good idea to allow. Especially if there are children in the house.

But they do need a place to really stretch their legs, and a good sized patch-o-grass is ideal. Lots of studies prove that exercise releases hormones and neurotransmitters that create a sense of contentment and happiness in dogs and humans both. It also can prevent health problems, like getting fat and its complications, constipation, even depression. So go play!

Dehydrated Carrots - Dog 11 lbsAs for nutrition, I’ve got a product I think would be good for raw feeding owners especially to consider adding to their dog’s diet. It’s a natural, and can help with diarrhea and many digestive issues in both raw or kibble fed dogs.  https://www.olewousa.com/categories.aspx?categoryID=100

Olewo has two formulas I’m particularly interested in; the carrots and the beets. The carrots are supposedly very good at helping diarrhea and poor appetite, which most puppies will have at some point for various reasons. The beets are reported to help control allergies and inflammation, too.

When I feed raw, I like to add veggies for bulk and fiber. Not everyone agrees with that, prefering only meat and bone. But I am a bit of a ninny about controlling the amount of calicum and other minerals in a giant breed dog’s food. Bones and meat are loaded with minerals. So I prefer to reduce the bone and meat amounts and add veggies.

Being a gardener, I would have my own carrot and beet patch, but in the winter, I’d need to supplement my frozen stash with a purchased product. I like how rigorously Olewo is tested, and that it is a fully natural product.

A puppy in my home is still the goal, but I’ve got two issues that have to be sorted before I’ll buy a new baby boy. One is my own health and finances: I need to reduce some bills (food!) so I can more comfortably afford any food my puppy may need, even if it’s expensive. The other is Mom; she must be independantly functioning, not depleting my physical energy and emotions all the time.

th (1)I’m taking positive action towards those goals: the garden, and the fact that I flatly refuse to “do for” anymore. My New Year’s resolution is to extract myself from Mom, regardless of the fuss. It’s going to be a rough transition, since she’s shifted total responsibility for herself onto me for years now.

I know it sounds mean, but there is no reason she cannot be independant other that not wanting to. She stays up watching TV until 2am or 3am, then expects me to spend hours trying to get her out of bed at 7am.

It’s not happening, it frustrates the hell out of me every single day, and it’s a totally unneccessary intrusion on my own schedule. She can make appointments in the afternoon, and get up late on her own. There are a thousand excuses why she doesn’t want to, but too bad.

She is responsible also for what and when and if she eats. I’m not a short order cook, and if she chooses to snack n graze rather than making an actual meal for herself, that’s her choice. I don’t want to hear about her upset tummy from not eating or being tired if she can’t be bothered with her own physical needs. Not my choice, not my consequences.

There’s other things too, but I’m not here to whine, not anymore. My life is my own, and I am sovereign: I’ll decide what I do and don’t do. That isn’t going to be decided anymore by what she wants, feels, or finds convenient at my expense. Baby steps don’t work with her, and I’ve tried for years to take it one problem at a time with her. But it’s like wrestling with an octopus: pry one arm off there are new ones to take its place. So it’s cold-turkey time.

Until she can function on her own, and make choices based on what’s healthy for her rather than a whim or lazy impulse, I won’t get a puppy. She’d just use him too, enjoying him when she wants then neglecting his care as she had with BB and Taj and all the others. Truth is I  don’t want to live with her like this, so I won’t subject a puppy to a house full of chronic complaining and poor me.

I’ve become something of a frustrated, anxiety ridden nag the past year or so, because I’ve allowed her to use my love and concern for her well being as leverage to continue destructive habits. New year, better life, even if it’s only better by my reckoning.

A Happy Outcome… by Lisa Harmon

levi December 2012

Remember a little blue boy named Levi?

THIS IS HIM!! See the “hook” on his white spot? I’d know him anywhere… doesn’t he look wonderful?!

Every day since he left my home, I have thought about him and prayed that he was doing well. I’d not heard from his new owner for many months, and she wasn’t active on Facebook where I spend most of my internet time.

That saying about “no news is good news”? Wasn’t really working for me. I worried. I really started to worry, being the worry wart I am, especially at night when I was alone with my thoughts.

I was sure in my head his new owner was a great lady and would take good care of him. But my heart longed for some news. Who doesn’t know that feeling?

I didn’t message his new owner more than a couple times, since I didn’t want to be a pest about him; he wasn’t mine any more. And she actually has a life, whereas I don’t…

I would start to worry, to feel sad, and would have to stop myself–a prayer, a hope, and leave him to the Lord’s tenderness. Yes, I am a person of faith, and what I cannot control I am learning (in fits and starts) to leave to the One who can. Though Levi was not where I could see him and love him, he was where others could, and God always can.

Truthfully, I was becoming resigned to always wonder what came of him. But this pic popped up on my FB newsfeed right before I was going to get offline. A chance encounter of sorts. There he was, that hooked white spot popping out at me. I stopped the scroll right away.

This picture made my Christmas bright, to say the least! Thank you, Tai, for such a wonderful Christmas gift…

Bring the Volume Down…by Lisa Harmon

I found a really good blog post that most all of us would find familiar. Chaos at Christmas, or Hanukaah, or New Year’s, or (-). What most people without disabilities don’t really grasp is “if I get exhausted by the extra work, what’s it like for someone with pre-existing aa_0315fatigue”? National MS Society Blog: Trying to Make the Holidays Less Overwhelming.

There are many conditions and illnesses, even medicines, that can create fatigue from the simplest activity. Anything from uncontrolled blood pressure to outright Chronic Fatigue Syndrome can make just getting through an ordinary day an act of will.

Now spike that activity level, pile on some emotional stress, maybe a touch of insomnia, and boom–you got a fatigue related crisis.

It all comes to a head around the various holidays–July 4th, Thanksgiving, anniversaries, birthdays, Christmas, Easter… At least most holidays and gatherings are short term events. But the Christmas season starts around Thanksgiving and goes on for some 6 weeks.

There have been holidays where I did all the baking and cooking and wrapping, and was so wiped out I went to bed without making it to the gathering. Someone else had to take the food and gifts, because I didn’t have enough go-go juice to shower and dress, let alone handle hours of “fun”.

Confession time: After a lifetime of living in a really dysfunctional immediate family, I find I actually avoid even the wonderful relatives, especially the kids. Isn’t that awful?

They want to play, they make lots of noise and commotion, and get sad when I say I need to go. They don’t understand, and I can’t reasonably expect them too. How else are they to feel? Worse, often Mom won’t drive herself so I am trapped there until she wants to leave and it’s well past when I need to leave, sometimes by hours. That alone sends my anxiety levels soaring well before the day comes.

It’s not the kid’s fault. They’re just normal kids with an abnormal aunt.

But I feel like a jerk when I have to bail. If I can’t leave, what’s meant to be fun becomes hell on earth. I know it hurts their feelings, probably makes them think I don’t care about them. But for days afterwards the fibro pain is unbearable, my ears ring and roar, the fatigue keeps me in bed, my balance is shot, migraines make me miserable… just taking a shower isn’t worth it. That’s how bad it gets. And stays bad. A long time.

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The avoidance is mine. I need to understand it, own it, and deal with it. I’ve been conditioned to avoid being with people  if they have any right to have expectations of me. Not because of that particular person, like my oldest brother or my neices, but because of others that have deliberately put themselves at the top of the priorities, and shoved me off the list altogether.

It began with an abusive father, then a passive and destructive alcoholic brother, then an even more passive and emotionally helpless co-dependent mother. They all had one habit in common: their wants, moods, and demands came at the expense of Lisa. They came first, regardless of the harm they did to me. It was like second nature to them. Being disabled, there was no financial way for me to escape.

My father and alcoholic brother have passed away. But I still can’t get away from my mother because of financial limits, and the fact that I do love her and want to help her become healthy, and independent. For some reason I could readily part with the other two, but not so readily with Mom. Hum.

Boiled down, I’ve spent my life trapped and unimportant to the people I should have mattered most to. 40+ years of disregard makes you want to avoid anyone with wants and demands. And my avoiding the good folks introduces hurt from my actions into their lives, which makes me feel worse.

Now I’m not whining, and that’s hard to convey in the written word. I’m sorting. I’m figuring out where my avoidance of lovely family members comes from so I can deal with it and get past it. It is mine to deal with. It is up to me to develop strategies and implement them. Like the author of the blog link, I recognize where the responsibility for changing my feelings and behavior lies–with me.

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So…rather than avoid people, what I really want to avoid is being trapped and disregarded.

  1. do not go in the same car with Mom–if I have a car, I can leave when I need to, and she can stay as long as she wants. That way I have say in how long I visit, instead of someone else saying how long I visit. I know my body’s warning signs, and I know my need to leave will not be respected. 
  2. go there if the get together will be more than an hour or so–rather than having people come to my house. The only reason it feels like an invasion is the natural tendency for visits to inevitably last too long. Especially if I don’t see them often. And there’s nowhere to go if I need to, not without being followed or forced into doing something that makes me feel like a jerk (going to my room or asking them to leave).
  3. go more often when possible–frequent, short visits are much easier on me than long ones. Perhaps visit with nearby family every other week, for say, a trip to Burger King with my neice. Lower doses are more do-able, with less physical consequences. If I visit with them regularly, they don’t feel as neglected, nor worry they won’t see me again soon, and try to drag things out or manipulate somewhat to keep me from leaving.

Number three on that list has the ring of a New Year’s resolution to it, for certain. But that’s what personal change and loving family requires–commitment. Sometimes with a bit of wise tweaking in how we go about it.

Finding Christmas In Christmas

Christmas and Hanukkah are coming up on us fast. I managed to get the tree up, despite the fibro and fatigue, though you can see it’s not decorated (yet). I also got the big nativity out of the closet, and by big, I mean BIG. Lots more to do.

There’s a neverending stream of to-do with Christmas: parties, fighting the crowds, wound up kids with wish lists, you name it. I’d like to point out what often gets lost–that YOU name it. You have choices about how busy you are, about how much you spend, how crazy your holiday time is.

Do you “lose” Christmas during the Christmas season? Does Hanukkah cease to be about light, miracles, and the love of God somewhere along the way?

Or does the reality of money (the lack of it actually) get all up in your giving spirit? Gifts people you love want and you just cannot afford can make you feel like a heel. The idea that the amount you spend equals how much you love is everywhere around us, both subtly and not so subtly.

I live on SSDI, so money is always tight. It is for many people, for many reasons. I think about just my immediate family and wonder how on earth I can afford even $30 a person. SSDI limits the amount you are allowed to save. They cut your benefits if your total assets, from the car to the savings account, total more than $2k.

How to get around that…? I began a few years ago making fudge, and cookies, and mailing them for gifts. The shipping is deadly but I’d have to ship anything I gifted anyway. I started out sending dozens and dozens of treats, spending days baking at a time. The fatigue has intruded on that quantity, more than once.

But I’ve found that I can still make killer fudge easy enough, and I’ve started making cookies they won’t get from anyone else to try and make up for it. Orange cranberry cookies, or apple butter cookies, for example.  How many lemon blueberry cookies have you seen amidst the typical cookie buffet at Christmas parties?

If you’re disabled, the reality of what you can and what you can’t do can make you believe you’re the party pooper. Do you find there are many activities you should say no to but feel bad if you do? Are there things you could do but no one in your family is willing to accomodate?

Solving the “how do I manage” or “what to I give” comes down to what we believe is important about the holiday we celebrate. I for one would rather have a genuine and joyful season than a “perfect” Christmas that looks like a magazine spread. I don’t need a bunch of “stuff” under the tree to be happy. I have most of what I need in terms of “stuff”. One or two gifts that are useful, or say a special yummy I won’t usually indulge in is enough for me. I know, I’m weird!

For whatever reason, does a season of peace and joy turn into strife and frazzle on you? You wouldn’t be alone if it does, that’s for sure! Unfortunately, the way we’ve come to define a “perfect Christmas” means we’re so hassled and broke there’s not much enjoyable about it anymore. I heard on a TV show that 47% of people would rather skip the holidays altogether. How sad!

What would we lose if there was no Christmas?

Maybe we should just lose the crazy in Christmas, and replace it with what we really need: joy, love, peace, and kindness. And you DO have that ability, regardless of the best sabotage efforts of the usual Grinch suspects. For many it’s their family members who are the Grinches, and we can’t change other people. Some of the un-fun is unavoidable.

What is really important? Think about which of your personal traditions will no one forget if you kept, and what would no one remember if you skipped.

Surely you know someone, even just one person, who would think a cup of hot cocoa while watching the kids play in the snow is what makes a holiday. Maybe you’d like to decorate the tree as a family, talking about why this ornament goes up or who we remember with that ornament, and that would be spot on for you.

Nearly all of us kinda “know” what we need. If we’re hassled, a peaceful time helps us catch our breath. If our family’s bickering is getting on our nerves, we’d like to have a time where everyone just gets along and says how much they love each other. If we cannot afford a gift for someone, or they cannot afford one for us, time together is more valuable anyway!

Whatever it is you need or want, say it, and ask for it. It is their gift to you, and yours to them. Chose to do what matters, that will be remembered many a Christmas from now.

“Mom, this year, instead of buying you a gift, I want to take a day and just spend it with you. Remember how we used to (–)? Let’s do that again.”

“Honey, I know my body cannot stand up to a cross country flight this year. Can we make your Grandfather a video of all the memories we have of him, and all the reasons we love him? Then we can use the internet to visit, and still be able to have him be a part of our holiday?”

I know it can be hard, but try to put the miracle back in Hanukkah, and the peace back in Christmas this year! You can do it, at least a little bit, in little moments. And if you get to feeling down about what you can or can’t do, here’s a video that is really inspiring: TheBlaze.com: Video: Glenn Beck Program : Nick Vujicic – Video.

Christmas and Dogs

I love the Christmas season, like many people. There’s friends and parties, foods and warming scents, candles and trees, snow and hot chocolate for some. But the hustle and bustle can be hard on our dogs, especially the sensitive or shy ones.

Your time spent socializing the dog during the year gets put to the test, for sure. If you know your pup has some issues, then you can expect the stress to make this time of year extra tough for them.

There’s usually three things going on around Christmas in a dog’s perspective: a higher excitement levels, higher amounts of unusual human activities, and often, lower amounts of exercise as our time is crunched by a big to-do list.

We humans may know why we have that sense of anticipation, but our dogs don’t realize Christmas is in a few weeks. They just know we are excited, maybe we are anxious, and anticipating something. They get excited too, they just don’t know why. And their ability to contain emotional intensity is lower than ours. In short, they’re looking for what it is we seem to be anticipating for weeks on end.

Most of us don’t usually have family and friends showing up so very often as during the holidays. More people, more goings on, the routine is altered. There’s all these sparkly decorations around, and rich, enticing foods being cooked. Noises and scents, visual simulus spike during the holidays. Then there’s the social interactions with people, some of it wanted and perhaps some of it not.

Alot of us get really busy, really frazzled, really tired, too. The holiday stuff is added on top of already busy schedules. Add to that winter’s worsening weather, and it becomes harder to take the walk or go out to play with the dog when all you want is to curl up for a nap.

What you’ve got is a recipe for a seriously over-stimulated and underexercised pup! That means a normally calm dog might forget their manners and jump up to greet someone. Or a shy dog gets anxious and spooked by kids running about the house. Or an excitable dog becomes hard to control and destructive.

The single most important thing to tone down the stress on your dog is exercise: they’ve got to have somewhere to burn off the building excitement. Before you scold the dog for misbehaving, consider if he or she is just too wound up to control themselves anymore. Give them a chance to run and play, to have some fun with you, perhaps even more than usual so they can cope with all the goings on.

Exercise releases a whole bunch of beneficial chemicals in our brains and theirs too. It’s also good for you to put down the must-do list, and enjoy yourself for awhile.

Still Grateful…by Lisa Harmon

Having taken up the November Challenge, ie picking one thing to be grateful for every day, I’ve been thinking about my past dogs and what they’ve made me thankful for.

6 November Thank-you

Each of my dogs have been individuals, to say the least. There is no one-size-fits-all, with my dogs anyway. Each dog, like each person, had their own ways of learning, their own feelings and motivations. They have given me the motivation to realize I must take each dog and each person as they are, learning how to interact with them, not just as 2 different species but 2 different beings.

There are underlying principles at work: reward based training and encouragement brings out the best in a dog, or witholding some desired treat or toy as a reinforcement that I really don’t want them to do that.

But for each of my dogs, what treat or toy motivated them was not the same for all, nor did I need to be as heavy on the positive and encouraging with some as I did others.

Shabah, he was my very sweet and sensitive teddy bear pup. He needed a great deal of encouragement and reward to get over his shyness as much as he did. And his best of all time rewards? Garlic bread and sweet-n-sour chinese.

Kid you not, he would pass up bacon for sweet-n-sour chicken! He never let you pass a favorite store he like to go in, either. He had mapped in his head, and would begin to show excitement when you turned on the road to petsmart.

7 November Thank you

Having hoped for the candidate that lost, and fearing the future if the other guy won, I was facing both fear and disappointment that day. A crippling migraine didn’t take long to form, either, and landed me in urgent care. Twice. After the second shot, I was finally able to lay down without worsening the pain and nausea. I found myself grateful for just being able to lay down and sleep.

There are many basics we take for granted. Though I wouldn’t prefer to have migraines, the upside is becoming very aware of and grateful for the basics. I had a bed to lay down in yesterday, and though the cost of getting medical treatment will strain this month’s budget, I was actually able to pay for it. There are many people who cannot, many who do not have a bed in a warm home.

Perhaps I won’t have the money for my own health treatments in the future, depending on what happens with policies affecting our economy, but I had it this day. If hard times get harder, being disabled has taught me how to “find a way”, to figure out what helps me, and find alternatives. I’ll get by.

8 November Thank you

With a day to become philosophical… I’m remember all the times I’ve faced fear and disappointment in the past. How many times did those hard times make me wiser and stronger?  There are also many who cannot afford the costs of unexpected illness in their big Dane buds.

I remember acutely the costs of caring for my sickly Danes, and I’m glad that many vets are willing to work with you, realizing the sticker shock of treatments for big dogs. Depsite the sorrow I felt, I’m grateful that I had the means to help them when they needed it. It’s also a good thing that my sickly Danes taught me so much about canine health and genetics; how to both prevent various problems, as well as to recognize the onset early.

My sickly Danes taught me alot about how to keep my other Danes healthier, and longer. They gave me a discerning eye about a bag of food, a bottle of medicine, or games to play with a dog on bed rest that kept them mentally stimulated and happier. So yeah, I’m grateful for a whole lot of things, even when I’m not feeling good. It takes the edge off the not good!

Choice and Recognition…by Lisa Harmon

my late Kenai, way back at 10 wks old

Many of us who’ve trained a dog have come to really understand the principle of cause and effect: the more we reward a pup for something, the more they do it. Many have also learned the more opportunities you find to reward a pup, the more enjoyable your time together is.

It’s why I like clicker training–the person gets trained to look for things to reward, rather than just things to correct. Sure, there’s always something that needs some corrective attention, like teaching a pup to “go” outside or not to chew the furniture.

But even those times present the chance to reward when they do “go” outside and ignore their chewing post you call a table leg. The more your pup is rewarded for choosing a behavior on their own that is “right”, the more they realize they have a choice and can choose well. Confidence soars!

Clicker training teaches dogs they aren’t entirely at the mercy of whatever impulse or event happens. It’s all about choice and positive recognition. Somehow, that understanding of cause and effect gets “lost in translation” when it comes to how we treat ourselves and other people.

The more you take note of and give weight to the positive in yourself and your life, the more confident you become. You can “positive train” yourself, too, if you are willing and consistent. This can really be hard to do when you’re used to being hard on yourself. It’s worth the effort.

One of the things I’ve had to learn to do, and re-learn to do many times over, is to alter my internal focus. What are you really giving weight to? How do you talk to yourself or your spouse? Do you take note of more things to correct then things to be proud of?

This isn’t trivial or pollyanna stuff: if I spend my time noticing the negative, and passing up chances to recognize the positive, I will become less confident and constructive. The more we “correct” a dog, the more uncertain of themselves they can become. Great Danes are typically sensitive dogs, and if they can’t seem to do anything that pleases you, anxiety rather than confidence increases. So do behaviors you’ll need to “correct”. It becomes a negative feedback loop.

That reality is equally true for people, and becomes very stark to me when I talk to my mother. She’s suffering from depression, and long term PTSD. When I ask her what she likes about herself, she literally cannot think of one thing. Mom does not give any notice or weight to her triumphs, so the negatives totally overwhelm her. She is anxious, and chronically negative. Cause and effect manifests.

I’ve suggested she keep a little notebook with her, and write down what’s positive in her actions and thoughts. That’s been remarkably hard for her–she finds it difficult to even think of what she does in positive terms, and when she does, it is very quickly forgotten. Now I can point things out for her, like she went to pilates when she didn’t feel like it. Big things, little things, matters not.

But until Mom chooses to begin noticing and giving weight to the positive herself, my pointing out the positive becomes yet another means of dependency and “I can’t for myself”. That endless dependency is exhausting for me, and a reinforcement of the negative for her. When somebody can rapidly turn a positive like encouragement into a negative like neediness, you have to be very cautious and deliberate about how, and how much, you “help”.

The correlation in dog training is when we try to reassure and soothe a fearful reaction by petting and affection. What we’ve inadvertantly done is reward timidity and neediness. A better response is to let them settle down some, then go investigate what rattled them: what made that sound, did you hear that (click/treat)? See that skateboard, sniff it (click/treat).

This teaches a pup that they can rather than they can’t. At first you may have to take the lead, but when they begin to do this on their own, you’ve laid the groundwork for a dog that can cope and overcome! The pup’s discovering they can figure out what that was. They can touch it, and move it, and even play with it themselves.

They can move away if they need to, but they can also move towards “it” with curiosity after the initial fright. They can lose their fear, be empowered, and be rewarded. They can turn a negative into a positive, and with consistency in rewarding, they begin to make that response a habit. It changes how they think and feel.

I came across this pic on facebook, and taking this advice to heart and putting it in practice is tremendously powerful. You have a choice for positive or negative, every moment of the day. That choice of positive or negative comes with every feeling that arises, every thought that you have, every interaction you’re a part of. Choose wisely…

Contact or Connection?

Most of my best friends are Facebook folks. Yes, FB is something of an undeclared insane asylum at times. But like everywhere in life, if you look for the uplifting and encouraging, you’ll find it. There are all varieties of posts and photos on FB, many of which are frustrating or mean-spirited, many that are petty and selfish. There are some though, that carry deep wisdom and beauty.

This pic is one choose for my timeline, drawn to it by the breathtaking color as well as the stillness it evoked.

In an odd coincidence (if you believe in coincidence), a status a short time later had a quote:

“If you cannot be contented in solitude, you will not really be happy with company either.”

I know many people who avoid themselves by being forever busy, spending nearly every moment looking for friends or romances. I also know many people with anxiety and PTSD, myself included, who avoid uncomfortable feelings by avoiding social activities to at least some degree.

Loneliness is a bizarre epidemic these days, as we have innumberable technologies and entertainments to keep in contact with people. But there is a difference between contact and connection. A stark difference. That difference is never more stark than when we are alone with ourselves.

Whether you feel agitated or relieved when you are alone, I would suggest that you might be feeling a lack of connection rather than lack of contact. There are people we miss, and miss sorely when they are not with us, and I’m not saying that’s neccessary a sign of a problem. We’ve all had loved ones pass away, maybe move and lose touch. What I’m driving at is how driven you are to have company or avoid company.

The first and primary human connection we must have is the connection to ourselves. Who we are, how we view ourselves is the root to how and who we interact with. If I think I’m kinda dumb, I’ll feel alot of insecurity when dealing with somebody I feel is smarter than me. If I think I’m the smartest in the room, I’m likely to be pretty arrogant.

On the other side of the coin, if I really know who I am, if I am secure with myself, it is entirely possible to talk to the smarter person as an equal, even having less aquired knowledge. Just from my own scan of facebook, I’d say there are very few people who are truly comfortable in their own skin. The sniping, the silliness, the rudeness all have the distinct feel of cravings to me. Craving for approval, for superiority; even the rude stuff often feels like an avoidance of genuine connection.

This isn’t really a psychology blog, I know. But how many of us know or are someone who gets a dog for how they make us feel? The question has been on my mind alot lately, having no dog to keep company with these days. I miss the connection with so pure a creature as a dog. But I resist the idea of getting a puppy if I want one because I am emotionally needy. Physically needy, sure. But how totally unfair it would be of me to put pressure on a sweet pup to make me feel good about myself!

I’ve been on the recieving end of such a relationship, called co-dependancy, for decades with my mother (father and brother before that), and it has left me feeling used, disregarded, and less important than others. It’s an awful feeling. Relationships, be it with people or pups, must be on the footing of equal importance. A dog is a living creature too, with their own feelings and needs.

So if you’d take the advice of an average person, do a bit of a solitude check before the hustle and bustle of the holidays are upon us all. How connected are you to your true self? How accurately could you describe yourself in a few words, and do those words reveal positive, negative, or pretended perspectives of who you are? When was the last time you just sat down somewhere, like under that tree in the picture, and tuned out from noise?

Try it. See what comes up from your heart and mind.

Fear and Acceptance…by Lisa Harmon

After just the first post into a “series” about puppy aptitude testing, I’m gonna interrupt for one post. I was reading a friend’s words on Facebook about their fears of failure concerning a service dog. It’s anxiety, it’s PTSD, it’s a chronic sense of failure and fear of continued failure. Only this time the fear she fears most is failing her new assistance dog. I understand that.

Here we get these pure hearted creatures, who look to us and at us; they cannot feed themselves or train themselves, or even always figure out what we want from them. But they love us. And letting down such a creature is worse that even letting down people we love.

Why? Because a person can tell us we hurt them, and tell us they forgive it, and tell us they had expectations. But do dogs have the same expectations? Do they expect us to be perfect, or only to give us the best we are capable of right then? Here was my answer, and I hope against hope it can speak through the fears to her:

I can remember every “failure” from the small to the big my whole life. dogs have taught me the one truly exquisite thing about total acceptance…know we give them the best we are capable of, just as they give us all they have, and that is enough for them.

To honor the dogs that have loved imperfect me so perfectly, I don’t fear making a mistake anymore. Mistakes are how dogs learn what to do and what not to do. From our mistakes we learn to be better partners and handlers, and their love is how we learn to forgive ourselves of the past.

I know it’s incredibly hard, but trust your dog. She is your heart and your strength when your heart and strength are low. Nothing else matters or lasts but love and acceptance like that.

What do you expect of yourself? What do you believe your dog expects from you? Do they have expectations as we understand? It seems to me expectations are an intellectual activity, a projection of what we think “should” be. But dogs? Dogs are heart driven creatures. They just feel, and you can’t feel truly “let down” unless you had some thoughts about how a person “should” be.

Fear is pernitious, insidious, paralyzing, and crushing as boulders on our backs. It will take away what we need, often for fear of nothing more than we are not worthy. Here’s a secret to life: nobody’s worthy, really. Not worthy of the divine and perfect gifts that come to our lives, nor of the horrible, crippling hurts.

Our worth is not defined by what happens to us, nor even what we have done. Our worth comes from being human, from existing in the first place. Dogs know this. How is it that truth so escapes us humans so often? When fear comes, recognize it for what it is, and the lies it’s whispering in your heart. Then set your heart to refuse to let it direct your steps…

Checking Below Ground…by Lisa Harmon

Life can be hard.

There’s a blog I follow that I simply love, and this is one of the most peircing posts on it I’ve read for awhile. I so completely understand this lady’s words that I have a visceral “YES!! That’s what I’m feeling myself” reaction.

http://hearingelmo.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/another-look-at-isolation/

It seems everyone I know is having a tough time with one thing or another, some with many things all at once. I like to be the one who can say, “It’ll be better soon”, to give some optimism when the glass is half-empty for my friends. I also like when my friends do the same for me. People can be amazingly wonderful!

My glass is half-empty right now. Despite the wisdom of past experience, despite some wonderful people I know through the internet, I feel more than half empty these days. The laundry list of why doesn’t really matter, because we all sometimes find ourselves there with totally different why’s.

Me being, me, my habit is to try to delve beneath the why-list and look at the undertow that has pulled me down. I learned long ago that it’s not the feelings or circumstances that are the problem; it is the beliefs we hold so deep in us that we cannot readily see them, like the roots of a plant.

If the above ground part of the plant is withering, better check below ground

A gardener knows that a seedling gives off moisture and other things through their leaves. Yes, plants ”breathe”, by taking in water and oxygen, giving off CO2 and humidity. This is when they have sufficient moisture and nutrients at the root zone.

A seedling in a pot whose roots leave the pot in search of water and nutrients are “air pruned”. They cannot find soil or water, so they will harden up and stop growing. That’s when the warmth and sunshine every plant needs becomes detrimental rather than beneficial. The warmth and sunlight dries the plant out further. An air pruned seedling really needs repotting to a larger container, or to be planted in open ground.

Danes have always been warmth and sunshine to me. But of late, however dear I loved them, BB and Kenai’s needs  followed by Levi’s difficulties dried me out and left me air pruned. My lovely beautiful boys and some issues at home took more out of me that I could afford to give out. My proverbial roots are parched and hardened.

A picture got my attention the other day, and the more I contemplate it, the more I believe a deep answer lies therein.

Comparison is a dangerous game to play. Comparing yourself to others is an obvious mistake. No one can walk in your shoes, can have in your memories and experiences, so a person to person comparison is apples to oranges.

But there’s a comparison game that can go unrecognized: comparing your circumstances, your emotions, your situation with the picture you have in your head about “what should be”. Expectations we have and don’t know about are immensely powerful things.

Take Levi’s problems as example: it wasn’t Levi, it was my expectation that I should have been able to help him adjust. I have experience with dogs after all, I have some skills as a trainer and dog owner. I wanted so badly to prove to some nay-sayers that a Dane most certainly can tell one color from another and build a remarkable task list to help me.

I expected somewhere inside that if I worked hard enough, was a smart and good enough trainer, that little Levi was gonna prove what a Dane can do. And I was gonna prove what I could do, disability be hanged. I’m no failure, durn it, “I CAN”. I can overcome, and adapt, and be (____).

God’s truth, the ordeal with Levi made me deeply doubt whether or not I am still capable of working and living with dogs.  3 dogs in a row, washed. Yes there were their illnesses, there were problems with their aptitude for the job. But I couldn’t overcome those problems. I took those “fails” personally, as if it reflected on my personality, my ability, my judgement.

Each “fail” was air pruning me more and more, and went unaddressed. As my health problems worsed, I put band-aids on them to get by and keep going, wanting to put the dogs’ needs first.

Living with my Mom, well, she’s so far down in depression and PTSD that she is incredibly needy and demanding as well. It’s a mess, and an exhausting one at that.

So I was hell bent on having a success, having a loving Dane that could be nourishing, and warming, and assistive to me just by being the loving, gentle creatures they are. Oh how I miss that flow of love and nourishing between me and a dog…

But I’m hardened and parched, so can even a Dane penetrate that dried out ground? Probably not. I need to deal with me, to face and feel and consciously consider my expectations and needs. It’s up to me to soften, and open, and stop avoiding.

My usual treatments aren’t working: biofeedback, medicine, vitamins. On the advice of an internet friend, I’m going to try something new and a bit foreign to me. This friend is an energy healer, who explained much of the complexities of chakras and energy flow through the body in a simple clear way for me.

Her terminology for air pruned and hardened is closed chakras, not allowing my emotions and physical state to balance itself and be healthier. The biofeedback can’t help as much as once because my heart and body has shut itself down and closed off.

So it’s Kundalini yoga time for me. It’s physically challenging right now, and the meditation part is difficult for me too. But I am tenacious. That I have proven to myself. I can endure and keep trying rather well. I was just enduring and keeping on with motives and expectations that were becoming destructive.

Don’t worry, I’m not moving to India or wearing hemp anytime soon! But if this new tool in the shed helps me, then I’m glad to have it. It’s called in the Bible “redeeming the time”, while I wait for the right little fur-man to come into my life, with the aptitude and personality that dovetails with my own. He’s coming, this toddly playful baby Dane. I want to be ready when he appears…

Thank you Kenai, and BB, and Levi. You’ve each brought me wisdom, and I love you still, always.

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