This little girl has been a trooper and had a vet appointment last Friday. I wanted to follow up on her allergies and a few other concerns I had. Her fur is really thin in places and perhaps it’s just an attempt to strip down into the buff, lol, as she doesn’t deal well with the heat. It’s just in spots though and so I wanted to make sure. Also a few weeks ago she missed the couch completely trying to jump up onto it and got herself a nice scratch from a nearby piece of furniture, ughhh, right in the face. And then there were a few times at the lake when she seemed unable to spot the stick in the water when it was close by. Well it turns out that everything seems ok with her sight. She is getting an extra dose of Omega’s Fish oil derived and is on allergy meds. We should see what happens and if the fur grows back thicker. It’s mainly on her belly which reminds me of a little piglet now. It’s perfect for kisses and cuddles, but then that’s a fur child Momma talking who is glad her Baby is ok.
This weeks health segment goes out to our four legged family members and the focus is on eye health.
I’ve noticed a few things with Cinnamon this week that make me wonder if she is struggling with poor eye sight. First it was a stick in the water that I threw. It was seemingly right next to her and still she had a hard time making it out. Sure it could have been the glare on the water from the sun. 🤔Then a miscalculated jump and run in with a kitchen cabinet that left a big scrape with lost fur on the right side of her face. She does get a bit rambunctious. 🤔 Next, another failed attempt jumping on the couch, missing it and falling off backwards. A play with her toy that I kicked around the floor and which at times she couldn’t make out where it landed. Sure it’s brown like the floor and blends in, but 🤔…how many excuses can I make for her while not following a hunch or satisfying that gut feeling.
A vet appointment is scheduled for the 6th of August and it’s the earliest I could get. Crazy, but it’s important to me that she treated by the same amazing man that already cared for my prior two dogs Sparky and Nikki. In the meantime we are doing our own thing and here are a few tips. Tonight Cinnamon received half of a sweet potato mixed in with her normal food and luckily she loved it. Here is a list of foods and things that can promote good eye health in dogs. Even if everything checks out just fine and fur-momma is just over worried about her baby, these are still good things to incorporate into her diet.
Cold water fish
Moisture (dog I drops) if you live in a hot, dry and dusty climate which I think is key for us here
Omega 3 fatty acids
She keeps a close eye on him and it’s no secret that she fancies him. For hours at a time she sits at the window, waiting to get a glimpse of him. More hours pass waiting at the door, looking into the direction he might appear at any given moment. She is dedicated, committed, she is in love.
It was love at first sight, undeniable, animalistic, direct, to the point, and in your face. She never made a secret about it and she made sure that he knew how she felt about him. Somehow she always senses when he comes around. She feels him, senses him, lifts her nose into the air as to pick up his scent. And then she catches a whiff of him, distinctly him and it begins, the yearning, the animal attraction and the need to be close to him. She whines and cries for him, she has trouble to stand still, she is begging him to come near her but he acts casual.
She is young and inexperienced, a virgin. He is her first love and she doesn’t have a grip on her feelings. She definitely does not believe or even knows about the game playing hard to get. No, she makes it easy. She is not a lady and her intentions are clear. She’s a bad girl, a wild thing, chasing what she loves. She wants him and that’s all there is to it.
He on the other hand seems much older, collected and well put together. When they meet and she kisses him enthusiastically, he neither returns her kisses nor does he walk away from them. It’s unclear if he fancies her in the same way she does him. Maybe he just wants to be friends. Perhaps she is too young for him. She doesn’t care about the age difference and something is drawing her to him. He drives her crazy and she wants more. She doesn’t think that she is too young and she is ready and able. Maybe it is him who is playing hard to get trying to teach her a lesson. I wonder if a love story will develop from all of this or if the first heartbreak is only around the corner.
Help, my little Cinnamon Girl (my dog) is in love for the first time, and she is acting like a little b…h. 😂
Past month and spirit animals that have supported the energy for each month. Please have a look and see if it applies to you as it has to me. Here is what we can expect for the month of July.
“Freedom is yours” is our motto and here is deeper look as it relates via Colette Baron Reid.
When horse spirit appears, you are gifted with the spirit of movement and freedom. It is a time for travel and adventure, whether that means a trip somewhere or taking a different type of journey, one of freedom of choice. Horse spirit reminds you that no matter the circumstances, you have free will and choices that can take you far away to a better place, a better situation, a better state of being, for there is no one but you to rein in your will to make a different decision. You are capable of making powerful choices that will affect you for a long time to come.
Horses are social animals known to be a friend to mankind, willing to carry us forward when we need it. Horse spirit reminds you that help will be available to you whenever you need it and companions will be by your side wherever you choose to go, whatever direction you choose to travel. Life is an adventure, and Horse Spirit wants you to know that whatever choices you make, you have Great Spirit within, invisible yet holding you up and always walking by your side.
If your inquiry is about a relationship, you can set your heart free to experience love in all forms. Spirit whispers to you that the gift of freedom is yours if you allow yourself to break out of your perfectionism and stubbornness. Make a move and enjoy the freedom of letting go of the need to control.
We are turning a big fat ONE today and it’s hard to believe it has been 8 month since Cinnamon choose me as her Fur-Momma. What a journey it has been, and if I ever thought it was better to wait getting another fur baby because the timing was off, this and how she came into my life is defying all prior theories. If you look at it from the rational mind, the timing could have not been worse. Look at it from an emotional point of view, I know we needed to help each other through some stuff. And a lot of stuff it has been. Some still ongoing, but we are working on it and I’d say we are making the best out of it and have grown very close.
The bond, the trust, the unspoken words (at least from her) say it all. The cuddles, having to be close, from the protection she bestows on her hooman as a guardian, to her uniqueness and the feisty play when we are out and about or just lounging, everything has its place and time and I couldn’t imagine being without her. There was a time, a scary time I might add, when I didn’t know if she would end up with me. Joint custody seemed so far fetched and out of reach. I love her that much that I was ok with whatever would come, as long as it was in her best interest and a better choice. Even if it meant that she wouldn’t be with me. Luckily that never came into fruition and she ended up with me. So when it’s tough to take her for a walk because I ache so not badly, I remember how grateful and lucky I am to have her with me. All I have to do is watch her run up and down the beach like a mad dog, ears flying in the wind, mouth open, smiling from ear to ear and I am reminded of the joy she brings each and every day. At night I tell her goodnight and that I love her, but not before thanking her for being here, by my side, helping me in every way, and making my days better.
Happy Birthday Cinnamon, beloved Fur-Child and rescue pup. You are priceless and simply the best. I love you.
Today is a bittersweet day and day with mixed emotions.
The stimulus money arrived this morning, so it’s a plus on the financial side. Unemployment continues for the other half (husband) so I know at least he will be taken care of for now.
Our house has gone on the market as of today and a sign will graze the yard in a few hours. It’s surreal, really, and it’s leaving me a bit on the emotional side of things. More about the house later and a few posts are scheduled.
I wish I could wish you a Happy St. Patrick’s day, but the fact is that this day has been an emotional one for me for another reason, one that dates back many years.
While some of us celebrate at any given day, honoring a holiday, a birthday, or perhaps an anniversary, for others it is a painful reminder and a dreaded day.
For me it marks the anniversary of having to say goodbye to the closest companion I had to that day. Together, we came into each other’s life, much like Cinnamon did now, and together we rescued each other.
Seven years ago today, I had to make the tough decision of sending Nikki over the Rainbow bridge to run with Sparky and to end her suffering. Believe me it’s one of the hardest things you’ll ever do. I try to remember it not in a way of being in charge of ending her life, but in a way of walking that final path together. To do the only thing possible to end the suffering of a depleted life quality. It’s doesn’t bring much comfort and I will never forget that day. Today hurts just like it did seven years ago.
I love you sweet princess…run free and without pain, and hug Sparky for me.
It was the middle of February and Cinnamon’s first big adventure. It included two overnighters and her first time being away from home. Many surprises would be in store. For her, as well as me, and neither one of us knew how this would go down.
It turned out that Cinnamon is a born adventure pup and loved every minute of it. She took over the small cabin and was instantly at home. She even had her own twin size bed that she made use out of it occasionally, lounging and restring, just not at night. At night she he to be curled up and close to Mom, leaving me to fight for space and covers.
Overall she did great. Patiently sleeping in the car from destination to destination, exploring to her hearts content and you could tell that she enjoyed every minute of it. It was heart warming to see and my heart was full although the trip for me was a struggle. I wasn’t well on the health front and lingering storms didn’t help matters. You could sum it up in the sense that I was in one of my most favorite and scenic places, but I was fighting through every step. Regardless of how much I love her and wanted to share this time with her, it wasn’t a time to relax for me.
It’s like having a child I imagine. A little one that requires attention and supervision around the clock. Mornings were a big struggle, and where I usually throw on my robe at home, able to let her escape into a fenced yard, this was in no way possible here. I had to hurry and get fully dressed to enter a winter wonderland so she could do her business. One of the problems is the morning stiffness, and I found myself working through the pain of forcing non functioning, non cooperative limbs because of being afraid the toddler couldn’t hold it until I was in full gear. It was difficult, but there was no doubt about how much she loved being out there. How much she relates to Mother Nature and taking time to smell the roses. How much she fits in with us and loves the things we do. She is nearly 40 lbs now and stronger than ever. We are still monitoring her Allergies and hair loss and things have gotten much better. Now it’s my turn to get better and stronger once more. Fingers crossed because this little bundle of joy has a ton of energy and demands quite a bit while bringing a joy like no other.
Awe…this is usually my first view when I wake up in the morning. Other times, if I sleep too long, she might come up and lays her head on my shoulder, ensuring I’m ok. She did so this morning as I had a nightmare, coming to comfort me. She is very intuitive in that sense and picks up on vibrations and energy. She also brings care to an area you might have hurt yourself at, for instance a scab on your body and not much gets passed her.
Cinnamon has become a regular guest in my bed and usually ends up right in the middle, where it’s most comfortable and the heading blanket gets the warmest. She likes to stare out of the window to watch birds and just gaze at the world waking up, alongside with us. She is a sun goddess and will find the tiniest corner to soak up the rays and get her vitamin D. She is truly one of a kind and perfect to end the week with a fulfilled and a sweet sigh of awe….
See you tonight lovelies for our weekly Reiki healing at 7 PM PST.
It was Cinnamons first visit to the vet and I think I had more anxiety than she did. It’s nearly three month ago that she came into my life right around Halloween. As a feral, four month old puppy she still struggles a bit with other people and animals. Strangely some are silently observed, while others trigger a growl and the hair sticking up Mohawk style along the spine from neck to tail. And yet others get a full blown bark and a bit more aggression. I haven’t figured out the difference and why it changes each time. It used to be downright hilarious to see the little protector spring into action and she’d bark at a dog three times her size, with the heart of a lion. It only tells me that she had to defend herself in her short life and now my focus lies on associating her with others and the world around her. We have made big strides and she trusts me with her life. Neighborhood strolls are still a bit scary, while the trail is all about her comfort zone, tail up, strutting her stuff.
Anyways, it’s been a challenging three months and as I got her she had a small balding spot on her cheek. Two further spots developed and all got pretty big in size with hair loss and balding. She had worms in her stool which needed to be addressed right away as I got her and I thought the hair loss might have been due to stress and another new home and environment. Next I thought it had to do with food allergies and we went from chicken which many dogs are allergic to, to beef, fish, lamb and duck. She didn’t like any too much and all had to be doctored up and mixed with can food. Now we are on a hydrolyzed salmon, limited ingredient diet and we love our food, thank god.
In the meantime it was suggested that she might have “hot spots” and a fungal infection. Perhaps even mites, yikes. Inadvertently I started to itch imagining creepy crawlies on her and me. Fungal cream to the rescue, slathering the bald spots. Over the weeks I got more and more emotional, worrying about the fur-baby that by the way didn’t show any signs about her quality of life being diminished. Yes, there was a bit of scratching and licking so I made a homestyle anti itch spray remedy with apple cider vinegar. Also an oatmeal, baking soda, my very own “Doggy Doo Shampoo” was also made by me and together we took frequent baths/showers to soothe and condition the entire coat. What followed was wet dog racing at unsafe speeds through the house. There was also a moisturizing spray and coconut butter / oil for antibacterial properties and to avoid infections. Few well researched essential oils were added to the moisturizing spray to repel any mites or fleas. A dust mite spray was made….just in case and I wasn’t going to let any stone unturned. Further issues were that her paw pads were swollen and changed from black to red, including her toe nails at times and inside of ears. Through every little discomfort, I think I felt it worse than she did and all throughout I prayed for her comfort and that her hair would grow back and not stay as bald spots throughout her entire life.
And then all of a sudden small, fine hair made their appearance back and I was nearly in tears from joy. A vet appointment was just around the corner that I had scheduled just to make sure and give the pup an initial wellness exam. Due to Covid guidelines and procedures, you were asked to call from the parking lot once arriving for the appointment. From there someone would come to the car and escort your pet inside the clinic while you had to wait outside. I had no clue how this would go, especially with her dislike of certain people. Hopefully she was ok with those people on that day. Arriving in the parking lot, we had to growl at a few other vehicles, other people and pets, but luckily not too bad. And then an older lady appeared to pick up Cinnamon and let her sniff her while she tried to back up and away from her. She was so scared. Her whole little body was trembling and it was hard to watch, but eventually she went, tail tucked tightly between her legs. 😞
In the end she really loved her vet who had also given her her rabies shot three month prior, and who was also the vet from my previous two dogs. He said that she was a very nice puppy with a clean Bill of health, and he apparently told her so. He said that he told her how pretty she was and how good she was behaving, and all of a sudden she remembered him, trusted him and was all over him, licking him wanting to play. Can you imagine how relieved I was?
The diagnosis was that she suffers from allergies and is most likely allergic to same yellow flowering bush I am. She got a shot for environmental allergies that should last one month and we are hoping it’s a seasonal issue that can be controlled with a benedryl allergy regiment.
Yep the little rascal has taken over my bed, leaving me most nights like a question mark, scrambling for the covers. Of course she has discovered that the warmest place of the heating blanket is usually in the middle of the bed and it is there that you will find her.
Anyways, the little rascal is turning 7 month today. Lucky number 7. Also a number that signifies completion and perfection. Number 7 is also linked to exoneration and healing, to a fulfillment of promises and oaths.
This might sound strange to you but animals have soul contracts as well and many come to earth to guide you. It is no coincidence they find you, and help you with your struggles. After all they made a promise, and there is a soul contract at work, a fulfillment that calls for completion and healing.
Thank you my little Cinnamon Girl for bringing such healing to my life. Here is to you and your 7 month birthday.