Posted in Animals, Furry Friends, Gratitude, Pets

Happy Birthday sweet Cinnamon

Cinnamon and her first trip to the ocean. I think she loved it, especially napping in the warm sand.

Happy Birthday sweet Cinnamon girl. It’s hard to believe this little rascal is turning two today. Where has the time gone? Please slow down so my time with you won’t go by so fast.

There will be lots of treats today. A new collar to replace the old faded, sun bleached one, a new toy to rip apart and lots and lots of love, kisses and smooches all over. Plus of course a nice hike with tons of playtime. A birthday for the little queen and person she is. She never fails to amaze me. How smart she is, how keen her senses are, how quick she learns and copies us thinking she is just one of us. She has sure brought much happiness and joy into my life and today I celebrate this little girl and thank her for choosing me to be her fur-momma.

Posted in Furry Friends, Inspiration, Pets

A warm welcome…eventually

On my way home from Germany there were so many mixed emotions. During the long plane right, each one had plenty of time to come and go and I found it hard to look forward to anything. The pain of leaving loved ones behind, just about outweighed the happiness to see other loved ones again. I was still in pain mode and it wasn’t until an hour prior to landing that the excitement grew within. I would see my Cinnamon girl soon. How I had missed her and how would she react. Doing FaceTime or any other way to let her hear my voice and see me only confused her and seemed to make her even more sad. Eventually we stopped making an effort to include her in any conversations. Now it was finally time to reconnect.

It was dark already as we picked her up and she couldn’t make me out really good. In good old Mohawk style her hair stood up from her neck down the entirety of her spine. She barked up a good one for a moment until I started to speak to her and then it was over and she realized that it was me. She went absolutely bonkers, flying and jumping across the furniture, attacking me nearly licking me to death. The whole spectacular lasted like what felt an eternity. Over and over she jumped up at me again until we were all exhausted…eventually. Needless to say, she has been my little shadow since I arrived. Snuggling just a little more, loving me just a little more and not leaving me out of sight…yeah…just a little more.

Posted in Animals, Family, Pets


A friendly hello and greeting from the family pet in Rothenburg, a 48 year old turtle that roams the backyard of the house.

Talking about pets, of course I missed my Cinnamon girl and by now we are reunited once more and had many cuddles, hugs kisses, and petting times. She is a special girl for sure and my heart feels happy and sad at the same time. One always stays behind…

Posted in Animals, Pets, Relationships

Missing Bember

I always had a little visiter on my previous visits to Germany. Bember, the neighborhood cat. Mom used to feed the Momma cat and so it was only normal that her daughter came too.

During my stay, Bember was always a welcome guest at my house. She came to eat but often just to snuggle and give me some company. I missed her on this trip and I had a feeling the last time already that I wouldn’t see her again. It’s amazing how animals can influence and impact our lives and I look forward to see my little Cinnamon girl soon.

Posted in Animals, Pets, Poetry

Poem of a Dog

By now I have arrived in Germany and with certainty I am missing this special girl here already. Fact is I have missed her before I even left. Years ago while my other two dogs were still alive, it was enough to know them in good hands, and I don’t remember being “That” attached, although I loved them with all of my heart. It is a huge, huge comfort to know Cinnamon is in the best care while I am gone and with people she loves, so what am I worried about? What’s left are nothing but selfish reasons, of me needing her more than she needs me perhaps. Or is that what I am worried about? I am sure it has it’s place somewhere. I came across a comforting poem by an unknown source and I will read it often while I am away.

Poem of a Dog…

I am the one who always waits for you.

Your car has a special sound that I have imprinted on my senses, I can recognize it among a thousand.

Your steps have magic timbre.

Your voice is music to my ears.

If I see your joy, it makes me happy!

Your scent is the best, your presence is what moves my senses.

Your awakening wakes me up.

I watch you sleep and for me you are my God, I am happy watching over your sleep.

Your gaze is a ray of light.

Your hands on me have the lightness of peace and the sublime display of infinite love.

When you go out, I feel a huge emptiness in my heart.

I wait for you again and again.

I am the one who will wait for you all my life today, tomorrow and always:

I am your dog.

Posted in Animals, Love, Pets

Savoring every moment

I have come to love this little girl a great deal and she is very special to me. She thinks she human and has quite a few unique quirks, making her one of a kind, with a personality to match. As the days are ticking down and merely a week is left before my departure to Germany, every moment is savored and emphasized. I hug her with all of my awareness. I pet her involving all of my senses, as if I need to store that feeling into a safe place to recall it later when we are apart. I bury my face into her fur and breathe in her sense as if she was a person I am trying to remember. I am making more and more time for her, often just being close, cuddling her and feeling her warm little body next to mine.

To be honest I love to live with awareness and intention. To experience each feeling, each sensation, each touch with all of their feelings. I love to be conscious of the moment and turn it into a precious memory that I can always hold dear to my heart. For me it’s the difference between existing and truly living. To do things with a purpose, a meaning, to do it with heart and soul. and to take time and smell the roses, although it’s a bunch of fur I’m talking about smelling here. But it’s those moments, that are important, that touch our hearts and later create the memories.

I will definitely miss this little stinker and sometimes the feeling gets the better of me and overwhelms me as the tears begin to flow. She will be greatly taken care off and perhaps it is me who needs her more than she needs me. And here I go and I shouldn’t even allow such a thought into my mind to make my heart bleed. Fact is I love her to pieces and soon we will meet again. Plus I can hopefully face time with her so she doesn’t forget me all together.

Posted in Furry Friends, Pets


So this happened last Friday and I am a furbaby Momma again. This little girl is a big reason as to why I’m late answering your comments, as well as reading your posts. But could anyone be truly mad at her?

Meet Cinnamon, a five month old rescue puppy that miraculously, and completely unplanned has shown up in my life. She was rescued from an orchard in California along with her three brothers. Nobody knows how long she was out there, without any signs of Mom. She was scared, hungry and pretty much feral.

Already by the next day she had stolen my heart and filled something within me I didn’t think could be filled. She is not here to replace my previous two pooches that have long crossed the rainbow bridge, but she has balanced the big void I have felt ever since the loss of my furry friends. She has brought joy and laughter back, as well as the wonderful feeling of caring for someone or something. Yes she is like a baby to me, and I think any animal has always been.

Lil_MissCinnamon is an cuddle bug and the sweetest baby. You can follow her adventures on Instagram under Lil_MissCinnamon. I’m sure she’d love to see you there. That little thief has my heart and my number. Already…

Posted in Animals, Pets

The heart of a lion

It’s always a great honor when a fellow blogger believes in what you have to say, and asks you to do a guest post on his/her blog. It’s exactly what happened when notdonner from a asked me to do so. I was so humbled and happy, yet it has taking me eons to respond back and finally write my contribution. I could blame it on a number of things but I won’t. There simply is no excuse as to why it has taken me so long, and a huge thanks goes out to notdonner for inviting me. It means a lot, and here it finally is. I hope you enjoy this little story.

I want to talk about Nikki and the special bond that we shared. This story is about overcoming challenges and the things we can learn from each other. I’m sure these lines on here will find nothing but dog lovers, although I’m aware that somewhere else she might appear as just a dog, or a pet. But Nikki was so much more than that, she was my fur baby, and over the years she taught me a thing or two.

Her life started very rough, coming from an abused background, which took years of rehabilitation to regain her trust. Humans had done her wrong in the worst way during her short one and a half year old life. What was left were broken bones and a malnourished, scared, little soul that was nothing but skin and bones after an initial brushing.

It was no wonder that she was food aggressive in the beginning, and would inhale anything she was given. Despite of being the second to come into the family, she quickly put my same age Akita Pit mix in his place by making it known that she was the boss now. After a few weeks and a few flesh wounds, biting him, I was near the unwanted decision of having to give her up to a shelter. I knew it couldn’t continue the way it was, and my loyalty had to be with my first dog which I had raised from little on. He could have easily hurt her, but he grew up as a gentle giant and without aggression. It was as if he already knew about her painful past and therefore never bite her. He simply showed patience and endured. Even if it meant gaining painful wounds from her razor sharp fangs. He too taught me that sometimes we have to endure the storms and it’s not always wise to fight back.

I remember sitting with Nikki, holding her, and telling her that she needed to stop. As if she could understand, I talked to her as if she was a person. “I can’t keep you if you keep this up” I told her, while pleading with her. Miraculously she stopped shortly after our talk, and now took on a motherly role. The flesh wounds turned into loving licks and kisses and it was the end of all the fighting. She replaced her food aggression with daily grooming sessions that Sparky had to endure. She wouldn’t stop until he was properly groomed, and if he turned his head away from her, she simply walked around to the other side to continue her task. Much had changed from fighting for scraps, defending herself, and being on her own. She had adapted to her new role full of compassion and harmony. The transition was quite remarkable, she had found her forever home and was loved in a way to make up for all the bad she has encountered before. I’m sure she never forget, but the gratefulness in her eyes is something I will never forget.

Eventually she wasn’t afraid of the hand reaching down to pet her, and stopped ducking. It became play, and years later she turned into her true self, a compassionate, but feisty and playful little pup. It was the first time I got to see the “Shiba 500”. If you don’t know what that is, it’s when your dog all of a sudden takes off running as being chased by the devil, from one end of the house to the other, around in circles, flying and leaping through the air, with ears back, smiling like crazy, bowing their front legs with their bottoms up in the air, only to take off running again. It’s the funniest thing you will see as you take cover to get out of the way.

Nikki was heartbroken and went into extreme mourning as my other dog passed. He had become everything to her and she stopped eating and lost all joy of life. I had to intervene and it was then that Nikki took up hiking, late in life, but not too late. She eventually found purpose again and a passion for Mother Nature. She loved her time outside and we helped each other get past our loss. She was the best dog anyone could ever have and lived for nearly another two years. Looking back, I’m not sure who saved who, and our bond and relationship was very special. So special indeed that I became a lifelong fan of her breed.

What I learned from her is that sometimes you have to stand up in life and defend yourself. That sometimes you just have to be the boss and take ownership, but you can just as quick lay down the role when it no longer serves the situation. She demonstrated so beautifully what a big heart she had and that it is possible to forgive those that harm us and move on. We all get hurt along the way, and it’s par for the course. It shapes us into who we are ultimately meant to be.

Nikki reminded me that there will be moments where you have to adapt and compromise. Not necessarily because you have to fit in, but to hold on to your uniqueness while respecting others to live and let live. To love unconditionally, and to never take a day for granted. She had the heart of lion and never gave up, despite her health challenges along the way. Her frail bones ached as she struggled to adjust to her age, but her heart remained full of adventure and spirit. She was a fighter and showed me that it is possible to overcome great loss, although I never managed to get over losing her. There are days I find little consolidation knowing that I alleviated the suffering for her in the end. It’s something I constantly have to remind myself of when my heart aches because I miss her. I wish that I could hold her and see that crazy smile, running through the house again. Nikki was a special family member and I know you understand. I’m sure you also have a beautiful story to tell about your special relationship with your four legged child.

I’m sending a giant hug to you and yours tonight with a reminder to hug tight and love like no tomorrow.

Thank you so much for letting me share this story and for your time. And please don’t forget to stop by at notdonner if you haven’t already and pay a visit. ❤️ #notdonner

Posted in Animals, Humor, Pets

“Bember” and the “Fairy Garden”

“Bember” has become a regular and visits each day. Although she lives outside, she spends much of her time just hanging out whenever I’m on the patio. I have gone as far as feeding her occasionally, but not on a regular basis. I don’t want her to forget her hunting skills and be dependent when I return to the states.

Bember has found herself a “Ruling Rock” (a place from where she seems to oversee and rule the garden) near the fairy section, and the magical mushroom forest. It is also where I feed her and where her dish is.

Bember was sick a few days ago and she had been sneezing for awhile. But the other day, a discharge was draining from her right eye and it was nearly closed. Only a slit remained open and I felt so sad for her. I fed her right away in the hopes to provide nourishment for a quick healing. It helped and the next day her eye was nearly back to normal. Today, two days later, it is completely healed and she brought me a thank you present. A dead mouse… 😳. To her dismay, I was not so thankful and had a talk with her. I told her that I appreciate her gratitude, but that she doesn’t have to do this in the future again. Like….EVER, EVER, EVER again. Yikes…