Monday, July 9, 2012

A Smorgasbord of Creatures

Family Photo. Left: Pedro the Meyer's Parrot on his cage. Middle: Albert the Golden Retriever. Right: Edgar the female cat
 I haven't had this much pet sitting variety since I watched the house with 3 horses, a lamb, donkey, pig, llama, gecko, frog, sugar gliders, rats, and 5 dogs.  Okay, so maybe nothing can top that gig, but this one is a close second.  I got to take care of a sweet older Golden Retriever named Albert, the two kitties I mentioned in my previous post (Edgar and Ada), Pedro the Meyer's parrot, and King the Beta fish. 

Every morning and night Albert, Edgar and I would set out on our daily walks -- that's right -- I said Edgar.  Every time I would leash up Albert, grab his poop bag and open the door to set off on our walk, inevitably Edgar the cat would wait by the door ready to go too.  He would tail behind us and walk the entire route.  Sometimes he'd stop to smell the flowers but when he realized he was getting behind he'd run to catch up, calling to us in a desperate meow telling us to wait for him. 
Edgar following us on our walk

Daily walk with Edgar and Albert
Albert always greeted me with a big grin.  Yes, he actually smiles.  It almost looks like he's bearing his teeth like an aggressive dog would, but don't be deceived because he couldn't be happier to see you for his big happy tail is joyfully wagging to and fro.


Pedro is a medium sized hook bill Meyer's parrot of African descent.  He is very social and friendly.  He willingly climbs onto your hand and perches on your shoulder.  Though he doesn't talk, he does repeat something that sounds something like "poo too". 


He was un-phased by Albert or the cats and let me wander throughout the whole house content on my shoulder. 
I coincidentally snapped this shot of me and Pedro, but it appears as though Edgar snuck onto my shoulder too.
Ada the Calico is very sweet but also shy.  She emerged on her terms but always welcomed a friendly petting.

And King, the Beta, lives a simple life ruling over his little underwater kingdom.

Season of the Cats

When it rains it pours cats and dogs -- and this Spring cats seemed to be especially falling.  I had the opportunity to sit for 7 different cats:
Sleepy Kanga

Kanga

Playtime with string


Emmie


Pee Wee


Twinkle  
Sebastian
Ada

Edgar, the girl

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Picnic with Mars


My sister was filming for 2 months in New Mexico and Texas this Spring and I got to take care of her little creature named Mars.  She's a 5 pound Chihuahua that I love like she is my own.  When she stays with me she willingly comes along everywhere - work, parties, and stores.  For the most part I think she prefers it.  But of all her favorite places, I think her most prized location is home.  When we get home she immediately runs to her toy and gets giddy with it.  She runs in circles around it and encourages me to play with her.  Luckily, I have a spacious yard that she plays in as well.  After a good play session, she finds a niche in the garden to nap in among the grass, the sun the birds and the breeze.  One time I placed one of her blankets in the grass for her.  She took to that right away and immediately set up camp there.  She had herself a little picnic with the elements that day.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Jubai




Meet Jubai (pronounced “Joo-bay”), the bright-eyed, elderly Siberian Husky that I got to play with all week.  For an old guy he has a lot of personality.  The first thing he did to welcome me to his home was lunge himself off the backyard porch into an excited, arched, and not-so-gracious leap on the concrete, race a few laps around the grass and then run back into the house with a final leap from the rug in the kitchen to the carpet in the living room.  His enthusiasm was expressed with such a child-like shamelessness that I knew we’d be instant friends.  One thing I envy about the elderly is they get away with being blunt, clumsy, and irresistible all in one punch.  One thing to look forward to I guess!  

Being a Husky, Jubai was keenly aware, following me around room-to-room and howling when he was ready to go for a walk.  Walking was my favorite time with him.  No matter how many times we walked around the neighborhood he would inevitably excitedly bound to the very end of his retractable leash until it yanked him backward (and propelled me forward). Eventually I started to jog ahead a little bit to buffer the bounce-back effect but he never seemed to mind.  The enjoyment of being out in the sun and running about like a puppy again seemed to overshadow the bounce-back habit of his. 


Blue eyes...
I was given one of the highest compliments from Jubai's mom.  She said "Thank you so much!  It's really nice not having to worry about Jubai while we're gone. :)" That is what it's all about and why I do what I do: to provide a safe haven for animals in the comfort of their own home, where the parents/owners and the animal have peace of mind.

Can I please have a treat?

Wolf dog

Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Defender



Last night, a friend asked me why I love horseback riding so much.  I told him that when I’m on a horse everything else melts away.  There is a partnership that is forged, bonded and welded in a way that can’t be recreated anywhere else.  Together, you and the horse are bridging two completely different worlds, and learning to understand and communicate with each other in order to accomplish something.  It synergetic to be a part of something so miraculous as communicating with a being other than your own kind, witnessing the intelligence they have and being united, her legs walking as yours.  There’s also much to learn when observing a broken in horse.  In responding to the rider’s gentle nudgings and promptings, the horse is demonstrating total trust and respect.  They are surrendering control and power when they don’t have to.
I spend a lot of time with animals, especially dogs and horses.  It is my job and pastime and I love it.  This week was no exception.  Between house sitting, dog walking, kitty checking, horseback riding, and juggling my sister’s dog and my own kitty, I’d say animals were my best friend this week (with the exception of my actual best friend who helped with the juggling act).  I concluded my busy week with hiking up to my childhood stomping grounds, Deathsmith Canyon, with Jax this afternoon.  We explored new trails hidden behind overgrown Aspens and Cottonwoods.  As we made our way through a pathway that had secretly been hiding here my entire childhood and adolescent life, I began to ponder upon the beauty in hiking to new places.  The aromas are unlike any you’ve experienced before, your step is slightly more attentive as your foot learns the depths of the new earth beneath it, and the scenery is unlike any other landscape you have ever seen or will ever see again.  It is a process of discovery and exploration that also expands your mind to new places.  Jax was loving it too, bounding ahead and periodically looking over his shoulder to make sure I was behind him, or lying down directly in the streambed that occasionally meandered through our path.   Having spent so much time with creatures of the furry kind this week, and hiking this trail with little Jax, my expanding mind was filled with a love for all living things.  I realized that, although I don’t own any of these animals that are in my life, I consider myself their temporary guardian and mother.  They are vulnerable and innocent.  They are pure and nonjudgmental.  What you see is exactly what you get.  They have mastered the skill of being totally present in the moment they’ve been given.  In this vein of thought, I started to ponder where this affinity for animals all began.

I consider myself a biophiliac, craving the closeness of nature, and since animals are organically part of the earth it makes sense that I would be drawn to them.  But I think the answer to this question runs deeper.  Let me rewind to my childhood and get philosophical for a minute.  I have always been a defender of the quiet, vulnerable kind – be it people or animals.  I remember a situation with a childhood friend who was extremely shy.  We were in a church play together.  While we were choosing parts, everyone started to speak up on what part they thought my friend should have; because she was quiet, they must have assumed she had no opinion of her own and didn’t ask her.  I piped in and said with a childlike force, “Why don’t we ask her which part she wants!”  I’ve found myself in many situations similar to this throughout my life.  I don’t know where this type of assertion comes from considering I was extremely shy myself.  I speculate it’s for that very reason that I have evolved into a defender.  I was shy because at a young age I felt acutely aware of other humans and the energy they were emitting.  I realized their powerful skill for judgment, which if used recklessly (in my little, child world) was the most powerful weapon in destroying ones soul if you let it.  This was all so different than animals, who lack that type of judgment and expectation.  They were safe and always accepting of a self-conscious little girl.  Plus, they had vulnerability and defenselessness that drew me to them as their defender and lover.  And now, all these years later, animals have continued to find their way into my life, but now I get to give back for all they gave and taught me as a child.  I get to be their defender, their guardian, and stand-in mother. <3

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Cat Just Keeps Growing!!!

 A few months ago in a previous post I referenced a Maine Coon kitten that I sat for named Hoo Doo.  At the time he was a younger, smaller kitten, yet his mass still equaled that of an adult, traditionally-sized feline.  Well, now the guy weighs 25 pounds. 
For comparison
He is 3/4 the size of his roommate and black lab, Maddie.  I could hardly believe it.  I thought a wild lynx had broken into the house as I entered the house and spotted the elusive creature bounding past my peripheral vision.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Death and Smith

These were taken with my phone camera so the images are grainy.
Last week Jax and I hiked up Deathsmith Canyon--the canyon that raised me.  It is literally right behind the neighborhood I grew up in.  I walk Jax, the Jack Russell Terrier, a few times a week and he also happens to be the little man I evaluated with in order to do animal-assisted therapy.  We haven't been doing it as of late, but I hope we will get back into it soon.  Anyway, as a teenager I basically lived in these woods.  I know the trail like I know the sound of my voice...the landmarks, the sounds, the smells guided me through the trails and landmarks of my own life.  Yet, last week when I headed up the familiar path, I noticed a fork in the trail.  I had never seen it before; or perhaps 15 years ago it had only begun its embryonic stages of development.  Either way, a new path was available for me to travel.  I didn't hesitate long before I knew I had to take it.  I knew the discovery that was available on this mountain and was eager for the opportunity to explore it further. 


I was surprised by how different this trail was than the one right next to it that I grew up traveling.  This trail...full of open groves where the sun beamed in, mixed with canopies of Quaking Aspens and trickling stream.  I forgot how much Jax loves water.  At the arrival of our first stream crossing he jumped in and immediately laid down in it.  He then proceeded to run large circles (ovals really) through and around the stream.  I recorded and posted it here.  My phone is ghetto-silly and only plays it sideways so turn your head to watch.

 The trail inclined quite dramatically until I reached a point of plateau where I came to a grove of Aspens that Jax had discovered.  Upon entering this elegant space, I was protected by their quivering embrace as I continued my ascent up the mountain. 

I reached a point at which the trail just faded away; there was no actual destination to arrive at but the journey to get there turned out to be more beautiful than the arrival to the end.   Here are just a few of the views along the way.
Full moon



Once again, the mountain was my teacher.  It is the journey of discovery of the places not yet reached where expansion within the soul truly occurs--rather than arriving at the destination itself.  It is exploring the untrod places of my heart that I learn what I'm really made of -- weakness, strength, ignorance, and wisdom.