dog park culture Tag

Ryder coming into my life—when he did—and how he did—is a miracle that has sparked many other miracles for me. ‘Tis the season, after all. A church sign by my house reads, “It’s Advent season: expect a miracle.” I love that. Marianne Williamson says, “Miracles flow in the expressions of love” which is what I’m experiencing more and more and more of now that Ryder is home. He’s so easy to love. A miracle is merely a desire manifested and is often a spiritual experience of aligned synchronicity. When I am aligned, I have a reserve of positive emotion that evokes greater...

A month ago, when I took Ryder to the dog park for the first time ever, he was at first so shy and timid. (You would be too with all those big dogs.) Then, he would get a burst of courage to sprint around the dog park before always finding his way back right between my legs, clinging on as if to be back at “home base.” As he grows, he has more and more confidence and even I have to be mindful at reframing his sometimes “stubbornness” to his being “strong-willed.” (Gotta keep positive!) One of my teachers David Cooperrider taught...

[caption id="attachment_1479" align="alignleft" width="277"] Look at that dog's smile![/caption] Going to the dog park as a daily routine has been really helpful in getting me on the streets of Philadelphia. I remembered from my time with Rocco in New York that people with dogs are more inclined to say hello to you on the street. Or, as is often the case, say hello to your dog, from their dog and in their dog voice. It’s the strangest thing. You’ll hear, “This is Sammy, what’s your dog’s name?” Then I’ll say with my SOMO style, “Oh, I’m Louis and he’s Ryder, what’s your name?” Often...

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