The Beag

The Beag came to us from Arkansas with fur missing from all over, chewing himself into insanity,un- house trained, poop eating problems and back this guy into a corner and you could loose a finger…not to mention he had never been off leash and wouldn’t poop unless on one…..
His given name was Kiefer but due to the fact that he acted so much like every Beagle I have ever met, we started calling him Beagle. We were told he was a Beagle and Pekinese cross so we then started calling him Beaganease…Poor confused guy.
The Beag is a little slow on the draw and we have leared a whole new way of communicating to him. We sound a little crazy but it works. The Beag is the hugest lover of every single person he meets and he demands a thorough petting from ever single human that the encounters. I thought it would be fun to do a photo book called Beags Friends and just start taking pictures of him getting snuggles from all of these strangers.
Its pretty amazing.He took Dylan’s place in working with troubled dogs as he is so docile and happy.. I like to believe that Dylan sent him to me along with his incredible ability to mess up everything he touches with his falling hair.
Beag has taught us that perhaps eating poo cant be so bad, Im sure he thinks a lot of the things we eat are gross too.

Shawei…means little one in Taiwanese

One day a fellow trainer asked if we could help this wee starving pup in Taiwan, my husband fell in love, noting that there was something special about this dog and he said yes, one month later we were happily sharing a hotel room with her in Vancouver.The next day she walked into ur home like she had been there forever…we think Mya sent her….
Shawei is the funniest, ambitious ,dramatic dog we have ever met. She makes us laugh every single day, she seems to have somehow tamed Charlie and she can not live without a ball…nor can my husband..She came to us as this wee starving pup that was going to be released into the streets of Taiwan and she now rocks our world with her spazzy, bark in your face kind of humour.
She is the most driven, happy to please, petite, jogger, pine cone and ball hunting, snugly dog ever!
She has an A type personality and we may be wasting her time and boring her with our lack of intelligence…this little girl may just be inviting me to do something competitive one day as she demands a lot of work. We will see….

I would like to mention that I am the dog loving, dog everything one in the family yet my husband has brought most of these angels into our live.I need to thank him too as my life would be empty without them… Its probably a good thing that there is a 5 dog max in the area in which we live.

Parker aka Parkie J

Oh boy, my big , big handsome boy. 95 lbs of big handsome men fearing Weimaraner.
Found under a bridge in 2006 with his sister at 3 months of age with a completely smashed back leg, starving to death, riddled with so many fleas and ticks that they could not be touched. They followed some kind joggers 1/4 of a mile home after they heard puppies crying form under that bridge in Missouri.
To this day Parker is still a wee bit triggered by men with dark hair and eyes. He knows to come straight to me when he gets scared and wants to react. I have taught him that I am his pack leader and I will keep him safe from all things.
We were chosen from over 100 people all over the world that were moved by their story of survival, to be their family. Not a day has gone by that we aren’t grateful for Mike coming across their story on the internet….Parker and Charlie were born the very same month that Turnip and Taz passed away…how about that.
Parker is an amazing happy, big bouncy boy, who loves to run like a mountain goat in the wind. We hike every single day and he just goes wild with joy. It is a heart filler each and every time.
He has gone through all sorts of stages including extreme fear of men, dog aggression and disappeareing into the woods but come out of it all gracefully and a lover of life and dogs. Parker simply rocks.
PS, Parker receives acupuncture and chiropractic for his crooked shorter leg and this suits him just fine.

Charlie…aka NO No

Parker’s mischievous sister and the reason he is alive….aka NO NO , her nickname for always being up to something, counter surfing like a pro, dog cop and all out brilliant survivalist.Charlie’s leg is missing a few bones that now reside in Parkers leg, so kind of her to share.her own break was clean and without to much damage…..
Amazing human like dog…Charlie is a fighter…literally, she has no place for new dogs and has taught me that I need to support her every single time a dog comes into our space. If and when I support her she just lets it all go and the new dog can join into our pack without a blink of an eye.
You would never ever know that she has tried to end a few of our dogs realities as theirs did not suit hers….you may see her muzzled once in a while and these are the days that I know she needs more support than others. She needs me to pay very very close attention to her needs and equally she needs some serious snuggle sessions with her mom.
Amazing patient teacher this girl….amazing. We love her even more as she needs so much support…don’t we all.

Dylan…aka Old Mee Moo

Dylan came to us at his age of 11 years old and lived with us right up until he was 15. He was a mess. He had black skin with a huge hematoma from constant head shaking, his ears were swollen shuts and he had a huge bottle of steroids….6 months later he was 10 years younger due to diet, surgery, herbs and the forest daily. He then became a great big hilarious, shedding pest…
The coolest dogs I have ever had the blessing to meet. He came from a good family who loved him dearly yet did not have the proper time for him. He was super active and hiked with us every single day including 2 hours on the last day of his life…
Dylan came with a note stating the he knew the words”GO LIE DOWN’ and a message to not socialize him too much…hahaha, but we socialize every day. Oh Dylan loved a good fight. Fortunately we got him at 11 when all the good fight was mostly out of him.
Oh he gave it a good try when we encountered dogs on our daily hike. Im very serious when I say he would look at the on coming dog, smile at me and run off as fast as he could go which was not fast!!!!! I would intercept him, laugh at him,redirect him and socialize him properly and then he would have a new friend.
Dylan loved a party and would stay up to all hours with our guests , one night we surprised him with the first guest being his previous owner..he looked at her, then me then her then me and had the time of his life. When she left that evening,it was clear that he knew that we were his forever family.
Dylan was put to rest at 15 years old, on our front pouch where he loved to lay and watch the world go by. We swore that we could hear his nails on the door right up until he escorted Mya over the “rainbow bridge’ a heart breaking 6 months later….that was a tough year!!!!!! PS, I missed his copious amounts of hair all over the house so much that I couldn’t vacuum for a long time after he passed…

More Next Week…..

Here is the story on all the wonderful dogs that have shared their lives with me:

Turnip and Taz,Shepherd x siblings.

The reason for it all. Feral puppies found on a farm in Errington BC at approximately 8 weeks old… Me 28 years old ,the day that my “clock started ticking”.
A few weeks after getting these two, I knew with all of my soul that dogs were my children of choice.I then immediately had my tubes tied.
These dogs resonated with me and did everything I asked from day one. We had an incredible bond.They were flawless.
One day 6 years later.. when walking them at a park while I was now ‘sharing custody” , I asked myself ” how can I do this all day”. When I was with them, time stood still, my mind cleared and my heart would fill up. Long story short, life opened up for me from here.

Pepper….Poot De Doot

In December 2003, while looking for a pup for my sister, I called a lady up who had a 4 month old male Pomeranian Pug cross.
Not what my sister was looking for so I went about my life. Eight months later I received a phone call from this lady whom was not sure why she still had my number but was in desperate need of help.
Long story short, I removed a very, very, vicious, adult, child and dog hating Pepper out of his home filled with children. The situation was very abusive and the people made a very good decision to re-home him….

In approximately 4 hours Pepper and I were in separable…I had no idea what I was going to do with a small dog as I ran a dog walking company filled with aggressive dogs…. We worked it out. No one ate him and he kept his biting strictly to humans including my husband.
Through a lot of trial and error, I learnt about Peppers on and off switch, teaching him how to respond to me rather than attack…he still has his days, hahahaha, we are who we are.
By the way, Pepper is everyones favourite as they love his Puss and Boots personality. ( the cat from the movie Shreck). He walks tall and proud and melts when I speak to him.Pepper is especially fond of my father who fell in love with him at first bite.

Mya….Aka Peepin

We got Mya at one week old…she was Mikes( my husband ) dream dog. We did not really get her at one week old but we met her at one week old. Mike instantly fell in love with the biggest fattest pup whom they couldn’t wake up until the other pups had fed as she madly shove them out of the way and take all the milk.
She had a green ribbon on her neck so we called her green for quite some time. Mike distinctly remembers the email when we where vacationing in Costa Rica and we were told that ‘ you’ve got green”. He fell apart.
She came from an amazing breeder in our own town and she was the dog that the breeder told me that “anyone else would return”. By 8 months of age, I was certainly ready to return her I tell you! We worked it all out though. For this I am thankful as she was my greatest teacher.
Mya taught me more lessons than any dog, book, class, professional trainer or angel ever has….Mya was neurotic, fear aggressive and highly fearful of the world. Mya was also everyones favourite as she was super quirky,hilarious,, and passionately happy when she felt safe.
Once I learnt to stop blaming her and just started supporting her, everything changed… And then, so it seemed, she died…7 years young, unhappy with the world outside of our home… Mya however, did love the forest at the top of Thetis lake and this is where we walked together for years before she passed. The trails were not for her,as she needed the freedom of not running into people or dogs. I learnt that I too needed the very same thing.
Mya had a cancer that burst open into her chest…we hiked every single day right up until her last day on earth. We had the vet come to our home for her last moments…a few hours before the vet arrived, she led us to the back yard where we sat and watched the sun go down together.
To this day when I sit in that spot, I imagine her at my side. Thank you Mya, we miss you but we understand. To this day there is a huge picture of Mya in my training room so she can remind me of miracles each and every day.

Chapter 2 of dogs in my life next week!

Hey, so I was talking with a friend/client the other day and she began to tell me about the dog life in Buenos Aries. I think that it had to do with the fact that I told her that I was “big in Brazil’….hahahaha.

She began to tell me that the people there have very close connections with their dogs and truly feel that everyone should have one!

Oh boy, how I would love to hear more about this belief system!! I would love to believe that there are other people all over the world just waiting to have their inner most feelings about the dogs in their lives acknowledged.

How I would love to hear how other people all over the world believe that dogs are sentient beings that come to share our lives to teach us the lessons that we need to learn.
How I would love to hear how they recognize that they come in this canine body and have their canine ways yet there is something so different about them as a creature.

So if you are out there and you have been guided to this web site, I fully encourage you to share your truth with me.

Could you imagine how wonderful it would be to connect with dog people all over the world and learn that there are billions of us out there with the same mind set? Perhaps as a group we could change their way that everyone views the dogs in our lives and in this world!!

This is what I imagine every day. How about you? Share your story world.

Do you really have what it takes to learn everything you can about human and dog psychology?

Have you been a outstanding leader in everything you have done in your life so far?

Have you dug to the depths of your soul to become a better more balanced human being in order to be able to support those around you?

Do you think about dogs and people all day every day?

Does spending time with dogs make time disappear?

Does spending time empowering people fill your heart and soul?

Do you naturally gravitate towards helping others in everything you do?

Have you read ever book and then bought the videos of those human beings who wrote the book in order to make sure they really know what the hell they are talking about?

Have you traveled around your country going to seminars and training classes?

Have you been to every single dog trainer’s class in your community to see what everyone is doing out there…right or wrong…in your opinion?

Do people naturally gravitate towards you to hear what you have to say about life?

Are you so easy going and strong that you can stand to stand in the face of irrational, obscure, human ways of being and yet you can still offer solutions to the human and dog in front of you?

Are you prepared to lose sleep and personal time in your life thinking about ways to help people that don’t actually want to be helped?

Do you have dogs? Have you lived with dogs for years?

Do you love to observe their behavior and admire how they work together as a pack?

Are you prepared to constantly increase your knowledge and learn continually what’s new in health, wellness and training for these dogs and their people?

Or do you simply like dogs?

Do you think all the dog trainers out there seem cool?

Does it seem like it’s an easy fun job to you?

Are you coming from the ego and thinking this will be easy money?

I’m telling you now, this is one of the most important jobs that you will ever do in your life.
You are helping one species understand another and helping them live in balance. You are saving a dog’s life each and every time that they come to you for your knowledge and support.
You are reducing the level of stress in a family’s life by sharing your compiled information.
You are changing the way people see their devoted 15 year family member and keeping them all safe and happy.
It is now your official responsibility to be there for these people and their dogs for the life time of their dog. It is your responsibility to have answers for them each and every time that they call. It is your responsibility to beat your head up against the wall while you repeat things over and over to them in one hundred different ways until they finally get it or re-home the dogs, or worse…put it to sleep…

Are you ready for this? It will be the roller coaster ride of your life.

You will have times that fill your heart and soul. You will make lifelong friends and meet people who take dogs as serious and personal as you do.
You will also experience the exact opposite…you will cry until you are out of tears and you will want to quit one hundred times over….
Are you strong enough and do you deserve to help people and dogs understand one another to the fullest extent of your abilities…

Okay then…blessings on your journey.

Can you imagine if our dog called the human trainer to get help with you? What would that phone call sound like?

Perhaps it would sound something like this….you know trainer, my owner is always busy running around like something is wrong with her. She snaps at me for absolutely no obvious reasons. She rushes around and expects me to slow down when I’m just trying to keep up to her. My owner is really good in the training classes yet when we get out of there, holy cow, she is talking on the phone, she becomes distracted and frantic, she yanks on my leash and hurts my neck and then she yells at ME!!!

I don’t know what to do, she was so good in the class. She was attentive and she really seemed to like me and care about me. What happened? It seemed like I could finally rely on her to back me up and be my pack leader and suddenly it all changed with one ring of that phone!!
I don’t know what to do, it seems like I may have to re-home her.

You should see her when we get home, she runs around all frantic moving things all about, she seems so frustrated and unfocused. She runs around like this all day long and at night time she is snappy and growls at me when I go over to see her. She may be aggressive. It’s really quite confusing.
Maybe I should re-home her.

My human always seems to get into the big huge garbage in the kitchen too. She seems to look into it all of the time and sometimes brings things out to eat. When I go over to examine her goodies, she growls and snaps at me again. Sometimes she happily gives me some of her stash and then yells at me for wanting more. What the hell?! I’m sure she needs to be re-homed. You ought to see her when the door bell rings, she goes haywire, she drops everything she is doing, growls and barks then she does this mad dash to the door almost wiping us all out!! Clearly these people coming to the door must be unwanted guests and when I try to help her out with warding them off , she pushes me around , yells at me and becomes very unbalanced!!!
Clearly I should re-home her…

What should I do wise human trainer? What should I do? I’m so stressed out about this and al lI want to do is run away, far, far away. Sometimes I try so hard to just love her and accept her for who she is but she is so unpredictable. Nice one minute, yelling at me the next. I’m so confused. ‘
Clearly I should re-home her…

I try so hard to get her to go out on a long walk in the forest where I can entertain her with my silly, life loving antics and she just can’t hear me. She is so busy trying to get “things” done or organizing imaginary things, that she is missing out on my love and devotion and my offer for fun and freedom from stress.
I love the forest and fields, I love the park and the beach, I love the river and the lake, why doesn’t she? If she only gave it a chance she would love it too and she would see that this is what life is all about. She would become happier and perhaps healthier too! I’m just trying so hard to help her and now I’m just sad, and mad and then sad again….my life just doesn’t seem to be worth anything to my owners, I just seem to be getting nowhere…what should I do?

Classes?…human training classes?… could it be true, could you somehow help my owner to see how wonderful I am and that I’m only trying to help her learn all kinds of invaluable life lessons. Cant she see that I’m trying to change her life for the better?Hmm…what if I tried these classes, holy cow, we would have to sign up for a life time as she seems to need so much help. One step at a time you say?? OH boy, I could try I guess, what do I have to loose?

What do I have to lose..I could lose the only home I know, the only people that I love, the opportunity to make my life and those around me full of love and laughter. That is a lot to lose, Okay Ill try wise trainer, I will try to bring my human to class…

I’ll see if they have the time for “this”. I sure hope that they do…..I sure hope that they do.

Today I picked Up My First Hitch Hiker….

Ok so whats this go to do with dogs… and why is Mike posting on Michele’s site?

Bare with me….

I as I drove to work this morning I passed a young man on the side of the highway with a dog companion sitting off to the side shivering in the wind and rain. As I have so many times before, I kept driving, fighting myself not to stop and more concerned about the dog than the human. This time however I finally listened to something other than my ego and pulled over, put the car in reverse and proceeded to back up and offer a ride to this man and his dog.

They came running to the car, I opened the back door for them, as he looked in, drenched and cold he asked ” are you sure?” as he looked at me, then the leather seats. I said ” absolutely” at which time his liitle girl Sara, a small pitty cross jumped in and took her spot beside my basketballs and gym gear.

Dan was very polite and was very happy that someone picked them up. I kept looking in the rear view mirror at Sara, an amazingly happy, well behaved and quiet dog.

We began small talk and and he told me he had been traveling around North America for months, even Hawaii. I was amazed at how he had traveled with this dog so many places …. he then proceeded to tell me how Sara became a part of his life.

Sara belonged to a similar fellow he met in Kentucky on his adventure, that unfortunately was arrested soon after they met. The police officers came back to where they were staying and handed the dog to Dan and said the guy they had arrested asked them to give him the dog. So they did. He and Sara have been together for 3 months now.

Dan told me how the last 4 months were part of his journey home back to Quebec where his journey started. He told me that his plan when he got back was to go back to work, get an apartment and start over.

He also mentioned how that plan included wanting to get a dog. He said he often wondered what that looked like and how he would do it. What kind of dog did he want and who would he choose…….??????

I will come back to this later……

Almost 9 years ago, Michele and I were in Costa Rica and before we left we put a down payment ( i know sounds horrible ) on a Weimaraner. Our first dog. We visited the litter only once before we left. Each puppy had a colored ribbon to differentiate them. I felt a really strong connection with Green. Not sure why just did.

We did not know which one would be chosen for us and off we went to the jungle.

Each day I would jog to a little town called Orotina and pay to go online in a little cafe… looking to see if an email came in telling us who we got…. on the 5th day I sprinted back to where we were staying to tell Michele ” WE GOT GREEN!”

Almost 6 years ago, I was surfing on the web and found a rescue agency in Kansas City and a horrible story of two young pups that had their legs broken and were thrown off a bridge to drown. Why and how did I find this story…. to this day I can’t tell you. But I did.
1 of 200 Applications, 1 parade, numerous tv, radio and newspaper interviews, 6 flights ( including missing our first two ) and an amazing experience later, Charlie and Parker were home.

1 year ago…. we got an email from a woman who knew we had weims and was looking for us to help find this puppy a home. A little grey girl needed a home ….. from Victoria? Nope. Eastern Canada, nope. US…nope. Taiwan!
We had just 8 months ago lost Green ( Mya ) unexpectedly to cancer and we had to put our 14 yeard old rescue Dylan down ( Old Mee Moo ) right before that.

It was too soon. Even I knew that… Michele did not even need to tell me.

But….. something about Shiao Wei ( means little grey one ) pulled at me. Hell, all the sad stories pull at me…. but she really did.

A 14 hr flight and a sleepless night in a hotel in Vancouver and we had our newest member of our family. She has many of Mya’s quirks…. Michele and I comment each and every day.

Now Back to Dan…..

Dan will never know what an impact he left on me today. Its funny how the simplest of words and situations can make sense of a complex world. How stepping out of ones comfort zone can deliver you a message you otherwise might have driven by.

Here was a man, not a penny to his name, traveling to see the world, having faith that all will work out and that he will find his way. And by his side this amazing dog Sara.

Before Dan got out of the car he turned and said to me, ” Mike it’s funny. I am heading back home to start life over and part of what I wanted was a dog and I did not know where to look or anything, and you know what Sara found me. I did not have to look because she found me. Thanks for the ride!”

So from the less spiritual side of the Wonnacott family, may I just say ” THEY DO IN FACT CHOOSE US” and as clear as it should have been to me with my dogs, all it took for confirmation was helping a guy and his dog get out of the rain.

Oh boy, my dog has hives and a rash. A rash that is so bad that I feel sick…the noises in my head are confusing the hell out of me and I can’t seem to get a simple answer.

Such is life.

So I focus really hard to calm my overactive, emotional, fear based mind and I listen for just a moment. I am then guided ( that’s what I like to call it) to see Corrin at our local healthy dog place Your pet Pals, as I sensed that she had an important massage for me.

I learn that I am very emotionally attached to my dogs wellness and that I’m scared when they are not well.
She did NOT have to tell me this as just being in her presence made this very clear to me.
My dog’s wellness effects me deeply. Now the question that I have to ask myself is “may I be contributing to the hives and the rash”…Good God.

So my next step is to look to see what the great Louise Hay has to say about this… So I now refer to her book YOU CAN HEAL YOUR LIFE , of which I have owned about 6 copies over the past 17 years . What Louise hay has to say about rashes is …IRRITATION OVER DELAY, BABYISH WAY TO GET ATTENTION, the affirmation is, I

LOVE AND APPROVE OF MYSELF. I AM AT PEACE WITH THE PROCESS OF LIFE.

Hmm, is Parker being a big baby, I admit that I do treat him like one..oops.
Louise Hay now suggests that I look under Hives as well in her book. Louise tells me that hives are SMALL HIDDEN FEARS. MOUNTAINS OUT OF MOLEHILLS…the affirmation is I BRING PEACE TO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE. Just so you know, I have been actively focusing on doing this for 3 years now.

Okay, so if dogs are our mirrors am I acting like a baby to get attention and do I make mountains out of molehills? My husband would say that I do..oops. Am I transferring my drama onto my dog..probably. Good thing I cleared my week to be able to hear myself think and so I can avoid turning mountains into molehills…I do this.

Holy crap. Im making parker sick, great. Now… I will relax about it so I don’t have to create more things to look up in Louise Hay’s books. Hahahaha, mountains out of molehills people. It did not say anything about this on the dozens of web sites that frustrated the hell out of me earlier…mountains out of molehills.

I must admit that Louise has been my savior for about 17 years now. Her connection of emotions and illness are one of the things that have dramatically changed my life for the better… Anyways, enough about Louise Hay and back to you, me, our dogs and the drama we create around them…
As a dog trainer and an animal communicator and an activist for the belief that our emotions create our wellness and lack thereof….I preach this every single time I work with people yet I missed it myself. Holy cow, such a great reminder to look to the self for the mirror image of my dogs wellness and my emotions…Good Lord. Louise Hay herself tells us that you never ever stop learning…and of all people she should know.

I also have to mention that Corrin “reminded” ( I know this stuff when Im working with others yet forget it with myself) me that the spine in the mammal/dog/human houses wellness and dis-ease so when it is out of alignment so are our organs etc. So go figure that I call up my dog fixer upper and she is able to get me and Parker in today! Now you must know that I was taking my smashed up broken legged Parker
( see www.charlieandparker.com) to have acupuncture and chiropractic for pain and it was working wonders….so I stopped…..another thing I preach about, if it’s working don’t stop…seems simple enough when I say it out loud. To top this off, I “knew” that he needed his treatments and just didn’t bother booking them as I am human and we tend to do things like this.
We get too busy and put other things in front of the things that really need to get done…life lesson # 16,425.
Okay so to get rid of rashes and hives “we” have to relax more, avoid making mountains out of molehills, love yourself and be at peace….hmm, another session with my healing practitioner perhaps..perhaps. Good thing I have 2 booked!!!!!!!!Then and only then will our dogs be truly healed….

Now this does not mean that a vet visit or a food change combined with some pro biotics, topical healing salves that include aloe vera and colloidal silver and perhaps tossing in some homeopathics aren’t on the list of things to do. Do it all. It’s not ever one thing that creates dis-ease, it’s usually a combined force of things all tossed together to make a nasty concoction of unbalanced wellness.

Oh ya, and when you do all of these things…BREATHE, RELAX AND KNOW THAT ALL THINGS PASS then focus on your dog being happy and well healed and frisky.
PS, I wrote this article for myself so it seems, you just get the benefits….
Blessings and buy Louise Hay’s You Can Heal Your Life Book, it will truly heal your life… And your dogs too.

How does one say goodbye to their secret best friend? How do you go on without them greeting every day of your lives together with pure delight?

How do you go through a day without getting to see them wiggle and squirm, or protecting you like their life depends upon it, as well as guiding your way down all dark paths that may include your well lit hallway or a closed bathroom door.

How does your life even remotely become full again when you no longer have them to entertain your every moment and how do you smile again without their special personal little clown show to light you up. They touch our lives like nothing else, we can open our heart like we never have done before, we get down on our knees and talk like fools to them and only them. They allow us to open up in ways we just cannot open up. They are a shoulder, a furry hip, a smile, a wiggle, a stinky smell and they are our direct connection to our soul, they are our dogs.

How do we say goodbye?

Perhaps we could acknowledge all that they have done for us, perhaps we could start a scroll or a journal that goes on forever, perhaps we could yell it from a mountain top and perhaps we could love all creatures like we loved that one dog.

How about we do all of the healing that we need to, learn all of the lessons that they taught us and perhaps then we could go to an animal rescue and allow your past dog to guide you to your “oh so new dog”. No one will be like your last one.

Never stop loving, never stop caring, keep your heart as wide open as they cracked it and move forward when the time is right and love again…love new and fresh, open up wide again and listen to the new lessons that they have to teach us.

PS, you never, ever ,ever have to say good bye when you can just close your eyes breathe, really deep and imagine them at your side.

How do “you” say goodbye.

You don’t…. You say Ill see you again…. And, thank you.

I had one of the most moving experiences of my life.

I had a very personal animal communication visit with the famous Belle the Bait Dog…..belle is the single most loving healing dog I have ever had the opportunity to share time with. I hope to see him working with amputees one day… I wish for him to go to a home that will be able to give to him the job of healing service with kids and broken adults. My heart is full.

Watch this video to see how Belles life began!

After just a day of care and love…

They had to remove his leg…

Fantastic News!!!!! Belle is at his forever home!

Until we meet again Belle……

Visit www.adoggieinthewindow.com/urbanrescues.com to read more about this amazing dog!