For two years our relationship sprouted over a brick wall, a certain husky, wildly wise, beyond human understanding.
Her “owners”, dreadful neighbors, that got pet after pet, year after year, forgotten, in their backyard, often omitting the basic necessities of water and feed to these beloved fuzzy people. I had encounters with these neighbors when their small Boston Terrier arrived, cuddled while small, discarded in the yard when grown, sometimes confined to a small wire crate, in cold storms and the heat of summer. Conversations with her humans never went well.
Hiding behind her “religion”, she sited why the “animals” were not clean or to be kept indoors. The irony, her children were raised in same squalor (perhaps worse) the creatures were in. What we do to the web, we do to ourselves. Homeopathy sees through the compensating behaviors humans can disguise atrocious actions by socially acceptable labels and sweet talk. We humans love to see the “show”, not necessarily the truth.
After her divorce, a new beau moved in and a new baby came. The husky pup also arrived. Her howls and cries begging for a family to love her went unheeded. Banging her water dish for a cool drink was met with the new beau grabbing the pan and retreating into the filth laden house. My opinion of humanity sunk to a dismal level that day. By the looks of them, they certainly never denied themselves quenching of wants. A dead gaze met my eyes when I pointed out this observation to them.
Since my chats with the humans about caring for life were discarded, I made peace with helping out my two little fuzzy buddies with food and water over the fence.
The husky pup was one sharp cookie. If she needed something, a soft scratch at a certain meeting place by the fence was enough to call my attention, and the life giving water or nourishment would flow.
Her haunting and soulful howls echoed a longing for meaningful family/pack relation. I would howl back, it made for an interesting bonding across the wall.
I had long learned to by-pass human obstinacy. Our layers of denial are thick and very tough to get through. Often when such deadness dwells in a human heart, it beckons/invites substantial correction, though the human will often wonder why – life weaves what is needed.
While homeopathy used in lesser potencies will bring about healing to the land (soil and fauna), I have found in high doses it can liberate the land from vapor locks stuck human behaviors induce. You feel the land yearning for freedom to express and be freed from the garbage we pile upon Her, this is the best I can describe, acknowledging the limits of human intellect and language.
I dosed the land, whether it had something to do with the change or not – is up to the beholder. A few months later, one of her own children turned her into child services for the squalor the babes were living in. Bless the strength of that babe to stand up for herself and her siblings.
The last week of August, they vacated. Four giant truck loads of garbage were carted off when the house was “empty”. The whole neighborhood stood watching in shock – the kind you see on people’s faces after devastating, natural disasters take place. All we could think of were those poor babes living in that rat infested, no plumbing working, cess pool.
No wonder the husky dog made such a wild and un-abandon ruckus in the backyard – it kept her space somewhat clean compared to what the humans lived in.
Upon vacating the house, the animals were left. A neighbor took in the Boston Terrier. On her own, the husky howled incessantly. At 2:30 in the morning I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked over with a leash, and we went on our first of “wee in the morning hour’s walks”. She was given Ign. 1m to ease the abandonment felt since leaving her original husky family pack, the magnified loneliness of the messy family leaving her behind and the hysteria it caused her shattered heart and psyche.
The night sky was delightfully embellished with starlight, there was a record breaking heat spell that Labor Day Weekend, the night air made for a cool respite from the heated events of the past week. She had no social graces and flopped about on the leash like a fish out of water. Overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted we both walked and walked till our frustrations were eased. A steadier cadence emerged as did a knowing of our time together.
I returned her to her yard and explained it would be helpful if she could hang on in that space till a suitable home was found (something I had promised her just shy of two years ago). Having breakfast with my hubby a short while later, she had managed to chew the gate and walk about our front yard.
I walked outside and said “you couldn’t wait, could you?” She happily threw herself into my arms and here we go, dog number six came to stay for bit.
I called her Ubu, it was what she said when howling. I explained to her this was just a temporary holding space, till her forever home was found. Something in her seem to understand, the critters have long ago shown their ancient knowing ways. A strange but welcomed peace enveloped us.
There was a glorious feral-ness about her; she had the ability to connect something deep and haunting in your soul. She hunted; I knew she needed an extra-ordinary family that could embrace her dynamic and un-domesticated life force. I have not met such an abundant and strong life force, not even in wild orphans, for a long, long time. It was refreshing to see that such potency still existed in the toxic world we made.
She touched a feral part of me, the raw, the wild, something the raccoons brought out in me, years ago. The gift of making peace with predation such beings bring. It is timely and righteous medicine. Our chance encounter brought medicine we both needed, easing us in owning the spectrum of our power and using it wisely. Her plush black, silver and white coat embodied a standard of fierce wolf-like love of family and honor that reflected in her ice blue eyes.
The existing pack was not so happy with hound number six. Ubu had zero training, she seemed to have no respect for canine social hierarchy (not that she didn’t know, just that her life force was so strong and she could easily bully others). She spent time in the yard, my office and the cozy comforts of crate training. Something I am not a fan of, but it was needed as the special needs pack of mine was not calibrated for such an effervescent soul!
The first evening I slept in the office with her. She was in that deep, dead sleep, when suddenly about 2am she awoke and bestowed on me the most joyful husky hugs and kisses – I don’t know how long this went on, I know it was till she wrung the joy spurt from her heart. She then cozied next to me and slept soundly till morning.
Her insatiable wildness got the best of me the following morning. Such a vital being needed 4 walks a day – along with free run at the barn and trails (where safely contained). Despite the exercise, she had one of those not listening wild moments, it caused me to sit down with her and have a bit of a breakdown. She was acting like a nut. Uncontrollable, bullied and in the wrong hands, possibly a liability in our blame and evade society and why lesser humans throw such wondrous beings away. I told her she needed to work with me and find some common ground or the circumstance would not end well, as she well knew; given the situation she came from. Homeopathic stram. 1m came to the rescue and the next day she slept soundly all day as the remedy unwove shock from her system. From there on, the layer of angst her less than ideal start to life engrafted freed the lovely wolf-like reverence for life and family her kind brings – when in balance.
Our long neighborhood walks, along the waterway, meeting all the neighborhood wildlife (which she really wanted to hunt), the smells of which yard used organic means of fertilizer and pest control, which ones used chemicals, the smell of fresh paint (its amazing what animals can tell you), the smell of roasting coffee from a local coffee processing plant when the Santa Anas blew, the coolness of early morning dew, a delight for the senses and a very enriching start and end to every day.
From these walks came an understanding (ala Temple Grandin “squeeze chute” or the TTouch body bandage), when she started to feel “out of her body” I would have her sit, with my legs on either side, I would give her a gentle “squeeze”, an emotional hug so to speak, to help keep her “together” and not loose it. She quickly became less and less dependant on this technique and soon could keep herself together.
On the morn of her visit to the veterinarian to be spayed, we had the most memorable encounter with the most gigantic skunk I have ever seen! In her wild dog way, she really wanted a piece of Mr. Skunk. Mr. Skunk wasted no time turning tail and starting to backing across the street towards us. I urged Miss Ub’s along and with body language, motioned the skunk to stop and said, “no need brother, she don’t know any better”!
My insistency paid off – the skunk lowered its tail as we hurried on our way. Ubu’s ice blue eyes looked at me like we just missed the opportunity of a life time. I told her to be grateful for that. A couple of raccoons played in the waterway as we crossed the little bridge to the other side way from Mr. Skunk. Ah the glory of the 4am walks.
Ubu’s visit to the vet resulted in a very flat dog. She wasn’t too keen on the cone on her head, and her groggy, flopping about in the crate was not usual of her graceful self. Nausea seemed to plague her, a dose of Phos. 200c brought her right around. This seemed to be her constitutional remedy. She just continued blooming after that.
I had contacted rescue groups and left flyers, met some lovely and caring folks along the way. On a hunch I left a flyer at a local pet shop. A call came from a husky savy family! Could it be?
They came to visit Ubu, everyone seemed enamored – who could resist Ubu Blue Eyes? The young ladies in the family bonded quickly, more importantly so did Ubu. The only concern was Ubu’s connection with the families’ existing male husky.
A meeting was set on neutral ground. Oh the joy of folks that can read and speak “dog”! The male was a natural at containing Ubu’s exuberance. And she read his lead perfectly – a coupled match and they looked so darn cute together! Ubu still needed a few days to mend from her spay – no doubt these two would play like gangbusters and she did not need to bust a gut from her surgery. I selfishly absorbed our last few days together.
Too often, people take on creatures they do not have time, energy or talent for. Some beings grow through these trials, too many times it ends poorly as kill rates from animal shelters show. We are too good at trying to place round pegs in square holes. Life works better all around when we learn to “flow”.
I had a duty to my existing pack, all I serve in my line of work and to my human limits. Ubu had the right to a family that would embrace that wild wolf part of her without sacrificing that delightful aspect of her to fit a less than capable human wanting. We trusted and it came to be. The family Ubu and I knew existed made the connection complete and a whole new level of wonder emerged, even in my own pack. They are the ones that rescued me after all, and taught me to trust life. They are so much wiser than we are!
Ubu was brought to her new forever home on a Friday, almost a month to the day of when she was forgotten. Her new family welcomed her; she bonded quickly with her new brother. The canine Matriarch would take some warming up to. She moved nobly, despite an accident that left her hobbling. Ubu tried to push the limits; the Matriarch put her in her place. I told Ubu, “and you thought our home had a lot of rules”. We all chuckled…
They had the run of the home, Ubu bounced and bounded with jubilation with her new pack. The family clearly lived for these wise souls entrusted them. As I left the home, the husband said, “Some people don’t deserve dogs”. I couldn’t agree more. Luckily, some humans’ complete the circle so fully; it breathes life to bones that can feel quite battered by witness.
After about a month, I asked to visit my nutty little friend. Just to see how everyone was fairing. We met at the dog park. From a long ways off I could see her – playing and running like a completely satisfied soul should. I smiled to myself.
I quietly spoke her name several times as she ran by (her new name now is Misa), after a few passes she recognized me. I was flooded with those over the top husky hugs and kisses! She almost made it over the fence! I hugged her as mightily back and it was all so good!
We walked back to the opening of the enclosure. Her Ubu Ice Blue Eyes looking lovingly at me. A broad smile graced her face from ear to ear! Once inside the enclosure she babbled on in her happy language, we hugged some more, then it was time for the all important play with her canine brother and all those other friends she had at the dog park!
I took plenty of pictures and some video. The best part is the smile she left in my heart and the knowing that such folks have for our fellow beings in this planet. 2014 was an intensely powerful year. Many of my beloved creatures transitioned back to spirit, some tremendous new beings joined our home and for others, I do what I do best, the catalyst, the bridge to the next phase.
There is a fire certain beings bring and it is an honor to serve such magnificence, it is a catalyst that glows both ways. I can only hope the same such awakening happens for the original family and that the children from that family find the same esteem.
Thank you for your Grace, Ubu Blue Eyes…