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Mission: Missing Dog

What started like a peaceful evening on the patio with a little writing and yes, more ice cream,ended up in total Mayhem. All of a sudden there was panic and understandably so as it was noticed that the neighbors dog was missing. I was going to give the bicycle a rest today, but I guess the universe had other plans. Somehow the little garden door unlatched and escaped was one big black poodle named Pocco. The small pathway led to pastures and fields, but also a main high speed road not too far off. After swearing that the dog couldn’t have opened the latch, that he was sure he had closed it and that someone must have opened it, there was no time to waste. He decided to call nearby family and the police, thinking his dog got stolen, while I set out on the bike to look for Pocco. I never even padded the dog, this could get interesting as I didn’t know if he would so much as let me touch him. Further I had my phone with me but I was truly prepared and didn’t have the neighbors number to call if I found the dog. Perfect, way to go.

I searched the surrounding area and was paddling like crazy, nothing, no Pocco. I decided to check back to see if someone else had found him. Two cars later, one neighbor keeping watch at home and me on the bike, finally a tip came in that someone had just seen him in the middle of town. Everybody went into that direction and we split up from there. Of course it ended up being me who saw a black tail turn around the corner. I had found Pocco, but he wasn’t happy. Scared and barking he didn’t let me come close, despite the sweetest talk. He ran, tail between his legs and I jumped back on the bike hoping to corral him and chase him home. After all there was traffic but luckily not as much and fast as on the much busier high speed road behind the fields. I felt like the sheepherder with his sheep yesterday, except I was chasing a dog with the bicycle. And man, could that dog ever run. All I could do was follow him and after a few turns into the wrong direction I hoped someone would find us soon or later before I ran out of breath. Who was I going to call? Needless to say someone finally did reach us with the car and all ended well. The neighbor was relieved and had to call off the police, Pocco was thirsty like heck and I got the best workout yet. The happy ending…

Good thing I had that bike 😉


We are the co-creators of our life and the time is now. More than ever are we needed to support Mother Earth and each other. Together we discover and explore our unique gifts in times of strengths, in times we lean on each other, and in times when we learn from each other. This blog started as an outlet and what I ultimately called my “Warriors Journey.” It was a way to document the ups and downs of my life, sharing my hardships as well as my successes. It showcased the struggles, but more important the ways of how to overcome them. Although we are warriors each and every day, I realized that having to be a warrior, comes from a place of pain. I decided to rename this blog, and “Phoenix Rising” now stands for the story of overcoming such a painful place. My motivation for this blog hasn’t changed and I hope to share inspiration and hope, to create a sense of belonging, a space of being heard, and connecting with like minded beings who instill a sense of oneness. We are never alone, and we are unstoppable in the pursuit of what sets our soul on fire. Who I am in a nutshell... 
I am an energy healer and Reiki Master. I am surviving a chronic disease that I’ve sent into remission three times since my initial bout, 15 years ago. I continuously challenge the status quo and by doing so I change my stars. I am a believer that anything is possible. I am a hopeless romantic and I believe that true love exists on various levels. I am an optimist that will always see the glass as half full. I am a dreamer, believing in endless possibilities. Not even the sky is the limit. I have jumped off of the hamster wheel, and I am writing a new chapter. I am chasing my Nirvana to support my most authentic self. This is my story, I am that Phoenix and I am rising from the ashes. Namaste 🙏🏼💙🦋

25 thoughts on “Mission: Missing Dog

  1. My heart lurched when I read the title, braced for sadness, so, not so bad, whew. You were brilliant, as always, thanks to your big heart, you have the biggest heart I know of. Pocco was luckier than he realised to have you with him. Lovely bike, BTW. I’m sure there’s some symbolic meaning in chasing a black dog, but I’ll leave you in peace this time. 🙂

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    1. Ah yes Amanda… Agree. This tale started with angst and ended well. Rhapsody, look up the meaning of your chasing Pocco… The symbolic message will be totally personal, and you need to be with your thoughts.
      So glad your day ended happy. 😊

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    2. Oh I’m sorry and didn’t mean to scare everyone with the title. Luckily it all worked out 😉. Thank you for your kind words, I only did what was natural and I’m sure others would have done the same. Not my bike but I wad glad I had it.
      So let’s see….
      Chasing: May suggest that I am trying to catch up to someone or something. May symbolize the desire to overcome something such as a fear or some obstacle in life.
      Dog: The gift of awareness and the power to protect. Dog is for those who love unconditionally.
      Black: Is associated with power, fear, mystery, strengths, authority, elegance, formality, death, evil, and aggression, rebellion and sophistication. Black is required for all other colors do you have depth and variation of hue. The color black is the absence of color. Black is a mysterious color that is typically associated with the unknown or the negative. The color black represent strength, seriousness, power, and authority. Black is a formal, elegant, and prestigious color. Authoritative a d powerful, the color black can evoke strong emotions and too much blood can be overwhelming.
      I think I got my meaning and after tomorrow’s scheduled post this might make more sense.

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      1. I am thinking of you, sending you love and light and strength. Was there anything in there about getting support from those around? Maybe the borrowed bike represented that. With much love, xx

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    1. Awe thank you, I’d be your neighbor anytime. With honors. And yes the neighbor was very relieved being able to call off the police and having the little escape artist back at home. 🐩


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