Last Saturday in March

I was up early today for Big Benny.  We had a play outside and he grabbed onto my pyjama pants and tore a hole in them.  Then licked my bare feet.  Wouldn't it be great to just be a puppy some days?

I have to brag about my dog.  At ten weeks he goes to the back door to go to the toilet.  That is not to say we can be too relaxed about it all.  K still gets up in the middle of the night to take Benny outside for a toilet trip.  But the training has been very good and he is a good puppy.

The woman I bought Benny from came around to see how he was going.  She did some training with him.  She does not use words such as "sit" or "no". Her training is done in silence with hand signals and food rewards.   She makes use of the dog's mind set and had my puppy doing everything for her.  I guess you could call her the "dog whisperer".  Interestingly, she is also a psychologist but perhaps she finds animals more pleasant to work with.  I think I would.

She stayed for about two hours and then Benny slept for almost three hours after all that work.  

I took my son to the hairdressers and then came home and plonked.  I am still feeling very ordinary and have zero energy.  Just the trip out to the hairdressers sucked the life out of me.  So the couch is my place to stay for now.

Yesterday my brother went home and must have mentioned to his wife that I was feeling anxious and she sent me a little FB message saying that she hoped that I felt better soon.  Which was very kind of her.  However, this was followed by a suggestion that I contact these two people that she swears by who can help me with a healing and work directly with my spirit guides.....

I am not sure how to reply to that.  She has known me for over over 20 years and surely by now would figure out that I am about as likely to believe in spirit guides as walk butt naked down the busiest street in the city.

Oh, wait, I would do that.  Better think of something else.

I am as likely to believe in spirit guides as fly to the moon.  It's just not my style. I am anal, uptight and controlling and the thought of being "healed" is about as appealing as getting a pap smear.  I do therapy, not angels.  What other people do is fine by me but I am never really sure how to respond when someone suggests something so diametrically opposite to what I am about.  

However, I do recognise her gesture as one of concern and kindness.  So maybe I just might say thanks very much and leave it at that.

When I mentioned it to my husband he said "Yeah, right. They will put your spirit guides in touch with your bank account".

So this afternoon I am on the couch.  Watching television.  On the internet.  I had planned to go down the street to get some food and fresh air but I got to the front door and realised that my energy reserves were too low for me to do anything and I sent K and S down the street instead.

Tomorrow I am meant to be going to my nephew's seventh birthday.  I did a post once about his brother's seventh birthday here which outlined the experience.  I just loathe these mung bean birthday events.  But that is my thing and we all have to respect different parenting styles and that includes kids party choices.

This is just a short post outlining my Saturday.

I am sure I will do another one tomorrow outlining my Sunday.

Not much else to do when sitting on the couch.

Ciao
LC