"We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.”
Henry Beston
Pet Case Studies
Henry Beston
Pet Case Studies
EFT as a marvelous way to help our non-human Earth companions.
Believe it or not, I have friends who don't get my affection for my animal pals. I tell them they are in the minority and we all need to get along. I remind myself and them that I deeply and completely love and accept myself and forgive them and anything that contributed to their unfriendliness!
Love and blessings to all. Meanwhile let's have some fun.
Below is from a friend's e-mail. Can't credit an author, unfortunately. (S)he is really clever!
How many tappable issues can you find?
A Dog's Diary:
6:00am - At last! I go pee! My favorite thing!
8:00am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am- Got rubbed and petted!
12:00pm- Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
5:00pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00pm - They're home! My favorite thing!
7:00pm - Played ball with them!
8:00pm - Wow! Watched tv with the people!
11:00pm- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
A Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped it at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. There was some talk of the power of "allergies". I must learn of this and use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in assassinating one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced the other inmates here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released- and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe...
for now...
