Most people have many more stories about themselves or others than they ever share. There are no shortages of stories. They are created everyday. Most folks don’t even have to listen very hard or long, because people love to talk and share about what excites, wows, hurts, disappointments and motivates them.
It is pure laziness that I don’t take the time and make the effort to record the stories about people, intuition and pets. Sometimes I forget that people love to hear about people’s pets or how they knew something without knowing why. Perhaps I have heard way too many stories that the extraordinary has become especially ordinary to me. This is not such a good thing, because it is good to be in wonder of the world and not assume that extraordinary happens everyday and everywhere.
(I think about my almost seven month old kitten Lena. Everything is fresh to her. The water in the sink fascinates her and has for the last few months. She sits on the bathroom sink ledge watching and waiting for the water to drip from the faucet. She can sit there a long time waiting. Lena is also fascinated by her tail. She rediscovers it everyday, goes round and round in circles trying to catch it. There will probably be a day that she will stop being so taken by it and I will miss that day. To learn more about why cats chase their tail, check out this website .http://lovemeow.com/2009/12/why-do-cats-chase-their-own-tail).
Yesterday I heard a story that was too moving not to share. I was at a fundraiser for Oregon Dachshund Rescue(http://www.odr-inc.org/). I was sitting within a few feet of several young dachshunds waiting to be adopted out to a loving home. Some of them had been transported from cities outside of Portland, Oregon, Washington and a few had been flown up from California. If I ever had any doubts about what a dachshund might look like, I was not about to be disappointed. There was one that was part labrador. One was part chihuahua and another looked like a pug. Some where black, brown and some were a myriad of colors. There were short haired, long haired, and wiry haired. I watched them for a long time, because I have not spent much time with this breed. They were busy, yes busy wagging their tails, barking, running around in the wired pen, and some were sitting quietly watching the other dogs.
One volunteer decided to take a break and sit down and visit with me. She wanted to let me know that a family member had used the services of an animal communicator in the Seattle area. They were impressed with this communicator’s ability to connect with the family dog, and tell the family know that the dog wondered why the family stopped feeding it broccoli. Broccoli isn’t such a strange vegetable for dogs to eat. I have heard to know of several dogs who like “the green trees.”
I wasn’t prepared for the volunteer’s next story. This woman has many animal stories because, she has rescued and transported many animals from where they were surrendered for adoption. Sometimes this was their home. She has seen dogs surrendered because families moved and couldn’t take their dogs with them. She has rescued dogs that were in need of a home because a human passed away . She once was called to a storage container to pick up a small dachshund that was left in someone’s storage with food and water while the person travelled for ten days. The story that I was moved by was of a young homeless many who had to give up his dachshund because he was going into a shelter that didn’t allow pets. This little dog was his best friend. The dog was there when he and his wife ended ended the relationship. The dog was there when he lived on the streets. When the volunteer took the dog from the homeless, they both cried. And what a home this dog found! A couple took the dog in to their hears and into their lives. Not long afterwards the volunteer got a call from the woman. The dog loved them and was particularly fond of her husband. She wanted to know what the homeless man looked like. The volunteer described the young and both women laughed. The two men were physically very similar.
The story ended on a happy note. The homeless man is now in school to complete a college degree. It was a good story ,and one that I am happy to share.