“Before February ends, a miracle will happen.”
“Before February ends, a miracle will happen.”
It has been a while to say the least.
I invested some time in what some would call, a spiritual vacation of the mind, body, and soul. In other words, I truly invested some blood, sweat and tears towards creating a happier, truly more peaceful version of myself. While I am still in the works of finding that permanent serenity, this whole peaceful vacation began when my phone broke, which was a blessing in disguise. I took this upon myself to recognize that there was a certain, almost disgustingly addictive, silence and freedom that came from a break from my virtual reality.
I took a break from socializing virtually, and really attempted to find some focus, happiness, stability and consistency within my concrete life. The beautiful part of this decision to part from my social media was that so much beauty came from this spiritual vacation, including a break from constantly needing to be concerned, be worried, or feel a constant pressure from social media. I truly had to a chance to be present and make this time away from technology a great time for myself.
To go on, I did not replace my phone for about three months. I truly took a vacation of my own, however, I was able to invest myself in so many other more meaningful lights that I am almost certain that if I had no gone through with this virtual vacation, things would not have turned out so great for me. This is probably because social media takes up a lot more time and is somewhat utilized as a tool in my life. I learned how unimportant social media was, but also how powerful it still is in our society, through my break from technology. A break from this world was exactly what came to me, whether I was ready to accept it or not.
I focused on REAL self-care, not just a virtual perception of self-care. I engaged in daily cardio, which my soul needed. I began picking up legitimate responsibilities in many facets of my life, and I also focused on truly making attempts to make things, and certain circumstances, better for myself, rather than just accepting mediocre standards of life. I craved more sensibility and found comfort with myself much more, which I found has been difficult, during many times of my life.
I forced myself to make commitments, and while I am still nervous about the idea of commitments to anything, I am making efforts towards attempting to accept commitments.
While so much good has come out of this time away from distractions, many days can often be difficult, tiring and still stressful for me. I have had to put in a lot of hard work, in order to receive my hard work back in many mysterious ways, but I am thankful nonetheless
In contrast to all this good news, I also reconfirmed that I am lactose intolerant. While I will not divulge too much about it now, I will be the first to let you know that making lifestyle changes, such as cutting dairy out of my daily diet, has served as difficult, as well as caused me much discomfort and bloating. I have found my stomach to be much more sensitive than I would like it to be, which has truly forced me to make changes in more ways than one.
I still love coffee, hiking, photography, social media, shopping, my loved ones, and dogs, however, I am very proud of myself and have made some newsworthy growth.
With that said, a rut and a vacation is sometimes all we need to find some god-forsaken happiness.
I still love creating, sharing, and blogging, and am hoping to invest more time and effort to creating some incredible content for this upcoming year!
Good things are coming this year! I hope the same for all.
I hope everyone has an wonderful day!
The story is simple.
I work at a doggy day care and boarding facility in Boulder, Colorado, and we can be in charge of over 150 dogs a day.
I love my job, but I took vacation time off to “relax,” and re-learn to have some fun.
[This is because I DESERVE A BREAK, RIGHT? I work 40-hour work weeks, and have not asked for nearly enough vacation time off, even though I am feeling calm, comfortable, and happy. And, even though, I cannot afford to take a break]
Things got carried away, and the more days I began taking off, the more trouble I found myself in.
The further I kept myself from the dogs, the more confused I found myself getting.
I truly felt lost without these dogs.
I LOVE MY DOGS. I MISSED MY DOGS. THEY KEEP ME OUT OF TROUBLE. THEY KEEP ME GROUNDED. THEY KEEP ME FOCUSED. THEY BRING ME HAPPINESS. THEY BRING ME FUFILLMENT.
THEY ARE MY LIFE.
AICHAN TEWAHADE IS MY NAME, AND DOGGY DAY CARE IS MY GAME.
Yes, if you scroll past 1,101 words, you will find a photo gallery of some of my best furry friends from this last week.
[If you would like to read about my insights, lessons, and appreciation for dogs, specifically my Camp Bow Wow Boulder dogs, or campers, please continue to read the next 1,101 words]
After a brief period of time without my beautiful four-legged friends, I was quick to realize that separating myself from some of the only things that love, celebrate, accept, and embrace life with me was a big mistake.
I forgot how much their presence made a difference on multiple important facets of my life, as I found myself prioritizing focusing on things that truly did not matter and that I can confirm to be toxic.
During my time apart from my groundings, or my dogs, I found myself in trouble, a place that I am familiar with. While these mistakes I made, may not have been intentional, trouble comes easy for me, especially when I am not around humans and dogs, who genuinely have my best interest at heart.
I was similar to a puppy being off-leash for the first time on a walk, as I unintentionally, found myself in a ditch, scuffle, etc., due to my inability to just keep my curiosity to myself and my inability to just follow the rules, and JUST DO THE RIGHT THING.
Humans know right from wrong…I mean, even dogs know right from wrong.
With that said, while we may not be able to predict the exact consequential outcomes of making “risky” decisions, humans know better than anyone when they are making a decision that may bring unwanted consequences, and generally know what kind of mess they are getting themselves into.
While they are ways to alleviating an extreme mess from landing in your lap, I find that avoiding messes of any kind, any shape, and any size seems to make individuals and animals very happy.
A small mess is a mess, indeed.
And, while a small mess is not a big mess, you still have to exert energy cleaning it up, while simultaneously living your life and executing your responsibilities.
Personally, these dogs remind me of the love that I should exude, receive, and share with the world.
These are the kinds of people, or in this case, dogs, that I need to be surrounding myself with.
They assist in motivating me to stay out of trouble and make better choices. Beyond that, they remind me that I am a priority for myself, because in order to take care of other lives, I must be taking care of myself.
Learning to take of yourself does not come easy. It is as always much easier said than done. I am a work-in-progress, and I, just like many other individuals, struggle with the concept of learning to be okay with who I am and celebrate it.
This process of self-acceptance and self-growth is all made much easier and much more comfortable around the presence of the dogs, who do not go out of their way to judge or criticize you. Instead, the dogs engage in the process with you, and continue to grow, learn, and flourish with you, making this uncomfortable and lonely journey just a little more comfortable and a little less lonely.
These dogs have found huge spaces in my heart and my soul to occupy and reside in for the rest of their lives.
They provide me with entertainment, love, joy, drama, stability, consistency, distractions, an alleviation from my anxiety, pain, suffering, and boredom, etc.
They always have my best interest in my mind, and are truly willing to go the extra mile just to remind you how special you are, and simply entertain you.
What more could I ask for me?
Surround yourself with people that smile as big as dogs do when they are excited to see you. Surround yourself with people, or even dogs, that continue to remind you that you still have room to grow, and continue to inspire you to make these changes.
I have grown and made progress in many different facets of my life, and as I continue to grow, mature, and learn, I hope that I can only have individuals around me that are half as supportive as my dogs.
I definitely have a funny way of showing how much I care, how much I am affected, and how much I appreciate the things that I truly care for. This is something that I am still continuing to work on as a person, and has served as an issue in the past. It has led to many issues, problems, and unhealhy relationships, in my past, present, and future.
While my perception of love may not be concrete, I do know that I do have good left in my life that I can always count on until death do us part.
During a week that I truly made a handful of questionable decisions, I found solitude, fulfillment, and answers within the simplicity of their love and their companionship. Thinking that I did not need the dogs as much as they need me is the most incorrect assumption and lie that I have ever let cross my mind, and the sequence of events that occurred this last week only confirmed this misconception.
I took their existence in my life for granted and underestimated how much of a role they play in assisting me with making good choices, creating a safe, healthy, and happy environment, reminding me to love, inspiring me to be better, inspiring me to simplify my life, etc.
There is something about their energy, nature, and personalities that I cannot get enough of. And, after meeting and forming relationships with over 400 dogs in and around the Boulder County area, it is safe to say that I have more dog-friends than I do human-friends.
These silly creatures are the best form of entertainment for me. I would even saying watching them in action, candidly, is better than an episode of The Real Housewives of Orange County.
I am blessed that I am able to spend around 40 hours a week, observing, playing, petting, loving, scolding, laughing, feeding, bathing, and caring for up to 200 dogs a day.
Watching them simply play and live their lives brings me so much joy, happiness, and humor every day.
It is not rare to find me sitting my in bed, with all the lights off, randomly giggling about something that happened at doggy day care.
These dogs are the coolest, funniest, silliest, most genuine, and most honest things I have come across in my entire life.
They have truly been one of the most influential factors in learning to embrace myself, get in-touch with my silly side, and learn to take life a little less seriously.
[Scroll down to see these goofballs get in-touch with their silly side]
These are some of my greatest friends and some of my best teachers that I have ever come across.
The greatest part about them is that they have NO IDEA how funny, how beautiful, how great, how influential, and how much light they bring into my life.
I spend most days thinking about how I do not deserve their love, and spend most of my shifts attempting to give back at least half the love, happiness, solitude, and humor that they bring into my life.
This past week at doggy day care was especially rewarding and fufilling, and part of this had to do with truly missing the dogs and truly craving their consoling souls and loving personalities. This last week at Camp Bow Wow was one of the best work weeks that I have ever had, not to mention, it was truly fun and full of so many great moments.
This work week truly reminded me why I love my job so much, that I do truly love my job so much, why I love the dogs so much, and why I do try so hard at work. These dogs give me purpose, as well as many reasons to wake up and make every day a meaninful, full, and wonderful day. They remind me that it is up to oneself to make the best out of a unfavorable situation, or a situation that you may not have consented to.
So many wonderful, sad, and hilarious things happened at work this week, including finally getting to pet Sophie T., a dog that only lets two of my coworkers pet her, as she literally runs away from every human that attempts to approach her, getting to spend extra quality time with two of my favorite dogs, Auggie and Piper, who were both boarding this last week, saying good-bye to Rufus, one of our regular daycare dogs, who is no longer going to be attending daycare at our Camp Bow Wow, and the list truly goes on and on.
I love what I do and I love my dogs, or my best(est) friends.
“Make new friends, but keep the others. Some are silver and some others are gold.”
I can say for certain that these four-legged freaks are the gold friends of my life, and I will fight the good fight to keep them in my life. I will also fight the good fight to make new ones to be apart of my life, as well.
No one is perfect, but these guys sure do give “perfect” a run for their money.
Do you have any dogs? What are your favorite things about your dogs?
I love that I can completely and utterly act like myself around them, and they still (for the most part) love me.
Know where your dogs are, and keep your dogs on a short leash.
What am I?
That’s the real question.
I know that I am a human being, and that is one of the only labels that I ever wish was used to describe me.
Unfortunately, this is not the case.
Many labels are associated with my existence, including negative and positive labels, depending largely on the individual labeling me.
Labels are unfortunately inevitable, and human beings, as well as our society, enjoy utilizing labels to describe, define, and pass judgement on others.
Even more unfortunately, negative labels are inevitable as a human being, as our society seemingly enjoys using labels in a negative connotation, in order to categorize, group, and associate, or even differentiate, individuals.
I am imperfect.
While this is an unsettling label to have to live with, I am human, which ultimately means that imperfection is part of my genetic makeup and DNA.
These imperfections, or flaws, are things that you should not punish yourself for, as they are the parts of yourself that set you apart from others.
However, a handful of new labels can come from your imperfections, as individuals will continue to judge and label you for your unique, or “flawed,” qualities.
Labels can be applied to both physical and intangible qualities.
I am clumsy.
I am ditzy.
I am forgetful.
I am a complainer.
I am distracted.
I am temperamental.
I am sensitive.
I am emotional.
I am loud.
I am fast-paced.
I am over thinking.
I am eccentric.
I am unique.
I am irritating.
I am energetic.
I am lazy.
I am anxious.
I am intense.
I am passionate.
I am annoying.
I am happy.
I am impulsive.
I am confused.
I am EXTRA.
I am crazy.
I am weird.
I am a try-hard.
I am competitve.
I am hypocritical.
I am curious.
I am naÌve.
I am opionated.
I am critical.
I am gullible.
I am stubborn.
I am sassy.
The list could truly go on for days, but I figured I would stop here.
These qualities are some of the many facets that makeup my personality, and myself.
Descriptors of all sorts can be used to describe others, but many of these descriptors, or labels, have a negative connotation. The way to overcome these imperfections, or unique facets of your personality and inner workings, is to learn to look at them with a new positive perspective.
I dare you to put a positive twist on your imperfections.
Your imperfections are given to you, in order for you to learn to utilize them in the real world. Find outlets or opportunities that allow you to showcase your “imperfections,” or qualities that make you who you are. It is especially pertinent to be able to use these qualities for your benefit, so instead of sulking over that stupid label, utilize it and manipulate it for your advantage.
Of course, this is all much easier said than done.
I can say for certain that these imperfections of mine have gotten me into a lot of trouble, but at the same time, they have been the reasons for some of my biggest blessings.
It truly just depends on whether you would like to look at things as a glass half full, or a glass half empty.
Labels can really take the form of an ugly creature, especially when negative, malicious labels are used against you.
Words, such as “ugly,” “fat,” “skinny,” “emaciated,” “loser,” “bitch,” “faggot,” “gay,” etc. can really hit home for most individuals, as these labels can really be internalized and cause serious damage to someone.
Personally, as a girl with a very fast metabolism and a very petite frame, I have been around the block when it comes to vicious labels about my weight and small frame.
“You are anorexic,” “you are emaciated,” “you are disgusting,” “you are so bony,” “you have an eating disorder,” “you are SO skinny,” and finally, “you are TOO skinny.”
Our society worships the idea of being skinny, as our society, by popular belief, has decided that being skinny makes one attractive.
While many individuals would idealize having such a small frame, or being unable to gain weight, my small frame actually is one of the many things that I am not proud of, as it draws unnecessary attention towards me.
I let these labels and opinions affect me so much so that I would never wear form-fitting clothing and felt uncomfortable wearing clothes that may have shown, not even show off, my body shape.
The baggier the clothes, the less people were able to identify my size, or so I thought myself. So, I chose to hide my body by wearing clothes that were comfortable nonetheless, but did not always make me feel good.
I felt as though my body and my small frame almost offended individuals, or bothered them, as it seemed to be one of everyone’s favorite topics to address with me.
My secret to keeping a small frame is something that I have yet to find out, because I can tell you for sure that my diet is far from healthy. I can also eat more than a boy going through puberty, however, for some reason, I am still unable to gain any form of substantial weight.
I do not know what to say other than, “I have tried time-and-time again.”
This is something about myself that I cannot change, so I naturally had to accept my body and learn to love this small, bony body that allows me to do all the things that I love to do.
Unfortunately, labels are mandatory in some aspects of our society, especially when it comes to mental health, as one must receive a diagnosis, in order to receive help.
In this sense, professionals utilize labels in order to categorize and to diagnose your symptoms.
Having a professional psychiatric diagnosis can come with its’ own negative labels and connotations, as many will attempt to utilize your diagnosis to label you in a negative light.
According to a handful of professional doctors, my existence comes with a handful of labels, as a result of my unique biochemical makeup.
So, here it goes…
I am complex PTSD.
I am OCD.
I am social anxiety.
I am panic disorder.
I am agoraphobia.
I am phobias.
I am ADHD.
I am six types of ADD (classic ADD, inattentive ADD, overfocused ADD, temporal lobe ADD, limbic ADD, ring of fire ADD, and anxious ADD).
With these labels automatically associated with my existence, it is quick for strangers to continue what professionals have addressed and continue associating me with unprofessional labels.
unfortunately, these strangers, or peers, do not have professional qualifications to diagnose me with labels that fall outside of these psychiatric disorders in which I have been diagnosed with.
And, I am not going to lie, mostly because I am horrible at it anyways, these unnecessary labels formulated by various individuals experiences with me, or through word-of-mouth, were and still are hurtful and greatly offensive.
It is incredibly difficult not to internalize these outside opinions, as I have spent years obsessing, internalizing, and believing these horrible labels that others have attempted to shove my way.
For someone who is so critical of myself in order to avoid getting labeled, I really ended up with a handful of labels, especially when it comes to my mental health. It is truly ironic, as I actively have always worked to be as close to perfect as possible, in the hopes of facing any negative criticism from myself, as well as others. Unfortunately, getting labeled with these diagnoses was not something that I asked for and these labels are the last possible thing that I could have ever just had handed to me.
But, I cannot run away from these labels, as they are a significant part of my life, and allow me to understand myself and somewhat understand my actions, behaviors, and reactions.
Why I have so many labels is a mystery to me…The world works in such interesting ways, am I right?
I can tell you for certain that the more that you listen to these comments, which are simply just opinions and not based on facts, you may start to believe them, and in turn, react in a way that coincides with that label.
For example, for many years, and still to this day, people have told me that I am crazy. In fact, I have been called various synonyms of crazy, as well.
And, for a while, I took this offensively, ran with it, and internalized it.
I would literally try (VERY HARD) to be “crazy,” because that is what I thought people wanted, and that is what I thought people thought of me. So, naturally, I began believing that I was much more crazy than I already am and began acting out. With anxiety like mine, I began obsessing over how crazy people thought I was, even though I was not even THAT crazy, but if a large majority of people are saying I am, then that must be so.
Instead of being “crazy busy,” “crazy lazy,” or “crazy fun,” I internalized this label in a negative light, which only fueled my fire to attempt to showcase a very extreme version of “crazy.”
To be honest, trying THAT hard to be something that I simply am not was extremely tiresome, extremely difficult, and required an extreme amount of motivation, which was fueled by the labels.
I would think to myself, “They think I am crazy? Well, I can give you crazy. Let me show you what crazy actually is!”
The point of this story is that I let these labels get to me, and instead of turning a cheek, or simply embracing my eccentric existence, I decided to go out of my way to put on a show for myself (because who really actually cares and who really actually wants to watch), in an attempt to try to embrace this label.
This was simply not constructive behavior, and in fact, I did not do a very good job at acting the role of “crazy.” If I had to grade myself on the effort, I would give myself an A+, but my execution was C-, at that.
I was trying to prove a point to the world, but instead, I forgot that everyone else is so entirely wrapped up in their own worlds that no one truly was watching my “crazy show.”
The funnier part about this time of my life was that all my close friends, who know me very well, treated me no differently and did not buy into my act. In fact, they kept telling me and reassuring me that I was completely sane, which completely defeated the purpose of trying to act “crazy.”
This was the complete opposite reaction that I wanted!
I clearly did not do a very convincing job, and have to do better next time.
My efforts were truly for nothing, as I realized that the only opinions that truly matter are your own, which also include your tight-knit support group, who always love, support, and cheer you on.
In my day, I have been labeled a lot of negative things. A lot of these labels emerged as a result of my diagnoses, as many people find it difficult to understand me, accept me, and be patient with me.
I am a very confusing and controversial person to understand, as many people have come to understand that I have more layers than an onion.
Many of my behaviors, actions, and words are confusing and make people wonder where my head is at, but I sware it is right where it needs to be, which is right above my shoulders.
I am misunderstood.
I am an acquired taste.
It is no one’s fault truly.
I am like a grapefruit, because when you first try grapefruit, not that many people like them right off the bat, as they are very tangy and very startling to one’s tastebuds. But, grapefruit tends to grow on people, and with time, you begin slowly acclimating to it.
Maybe, I am tequila.
Tequila is a contradiction, as it is truly an acquired taste and not many people truly enjoy it. In fact, people love to hate tequila! However, people are still willing to drink it, because tequila gaurantees a good time (most times), poor decisions, and a break from reality. Though most people hate drinking tequila, everyone still tolerates it and can always count on tequila for a not-so-memorable time.
With that said, I also know what and who I am, or at least I think I do.
I can for certain say that I know what and who I am more now than I did a year ago.
I am strong.
I am charismatic.
I am fun.
I am intelligent.
I am friendly.
I am motivated.
I am energetic.
I am beautiful.
I am trying.
I am hardworking.
I am patient.
I am kind.
I am forgiving.
I am exciting.
I am open-minded.
I am witty.
I am perseverance.
I am creative.
I am hilarious.
I am awkward.
I am outgoing.
I am adventurous.
I am a lover.
♥ I am me ♥
You see even with all these labels attached to me, I still would like to think that I have some redeemable qualities, whether people recognize it and appreciate it should not matter.
All that matters is that you appreciate yourself and learn to practice that notion we call self-love.
This is very difficult for me, as I have always been an individual who was quick to criticize themselves, and take every loss and mistake too personally and too seriously.
I am always thinking about ways I could have been “better,” and often fall into the pattern of simply just punishing myself for small mistakes, or faults, that I may have made throughout the day. Even if I have not made a mistake, there is always something MORE I could have done.
Instead of simply letting things go, I begin picking myself apart and letting this mistake define myself, my self-worth, etc.
It is a toxic cycle!
With mistakes and losses, there comes labels, which I am always trying to avoid. However, labels always seemingly make their way into my life.
Labels are being dropped more frequently than human beings drop their phones on their faces while they are texting laying down.
That is saying a lot!
Labels are all fun and games, until you let these labels get the best of you. While most labels are thrown around with a negative connotation behind it, do your best to utilize this information, or this label, to your advantage.
While you cannot control other people, you can control what you do with these labels, or descriptors, of yourself. Labels, as bad as this sounds, can actually be beneficial to a certain extent, as labels are often based upon observations and experiences that others have had with you. You can find out a lot about the way that you may come off from an outsider’s perspective from people labeling you. Maybe, there are things that you can work on and improve on, which means that the control the label was supposed to have over you is no longer existent.
Labels will be around until the Earth decides to rest in peace, or human beings become extinct. And, while labels are great to use to identify people, things, places, etc., realize the power that a label can have on a person and their ability to live.
Stop telling people what they are and let people figure it out for themselves – that is, unless they wish to seek your help.
Next time someone tries to label you, just simply respond, “I know you are, but what am I?”
All I know is that…
[I am human]
[I am hungry]
[I am parched]
[I am tired]
What are you?
I challenge you to fill in the blanks and share your labels, and your experience, with them with me.
I am ________.
Do not let others tell you what and who you are, you be the judge of that.
There is no better way to be welcomed back from a leave of absence, such as vacation, with wagging tails, wiggling hips, and jumping dogs that cannot seem to contain their excitement about your return.
My vacation occurred over the course of 13 days, which meant that I was apart from my four-legged buddies for an extensive period of time. It did not actually feel like 13 days. In fact, it felt much shorter than 13 days.
I thought about my four-legged friends often during my vacation, as I found myself missing them, and wondering if they were thinking about me while they were getting pet and receiving love from people other than me.
This sounds ridiculous, but it is only natural for animals to miss their friends, regardless if they are a human, or a dog.
I wondered that within the time that I was away on vacation if they were going to forget about me, or if they would not like me as much as they did before I left on vacation, or if they had plans to replace me. I also wondered how they were holding up.
It is truly unforunate that dogs do not have the ability to use iPhones, otherwise I would have been Facetiming them the entire vacation.
While I was well aware that my first day back was going to be fine, I was a little anxious and a little nervous to see the way that the dogs reacted to my return. I wondered if they were even going to remember me, or if they resented me. I also wondered if they would be excited to see me, or if they would be completely unamused.
It took me a little bit to get back into the groove of things and realize that everything was exactly the way I left it, and my best friends were still my best friends.
My welcome back was more than I imagined it would be, and then some. All my best friends exuded extra excitement, as they all jumped over eachother, causing chaos, just to greet me. The amount of wagging tails, full-blown smiles, and jumping bodies warmed my soul and reminded me why I enjoy what I do so much.
They had missed me just as much as I had missed them; maybe even more!
My heart and soul were full.
There is truly no better welcome than a group of 62 eager, cheerful, and sweet dogs, who appreciate your existence more than you even know.
Even the dogs that I did not think would even be ecstatic to see me were over the moon about my return, which caught me off-guard and truly made me so happy.
These dogs that I did not realize appreciated my presence, despite assuming that I had developed a strong, or memorable, relationship with them, humbled me by exuding such excitement and raw joy to me.
“I barely even pet it [the dog] that much. I do not know why it [the dog] even likes me, because I do not even think that we are even that good of friends,” I thought to myself.
I decided to embrace their love, their appreciation, and their joy!
These furry friends reminded me how incredible and how simply good “man’s best friends” are; they truly appreciate every person and every good thing that comes their way. They are truly so simple and so affectionate!
I was gently reminded how important it is to treat these kind, gentle creatures with the utmost kindness, respect, and love that I can conjure up every day, in an attempt to repay these angelic creatures for the love and the happiness they bring onto the Earth.
I have made it a priority to truly attempt to spend time with as many of these dogs, forming relationships and showering them with love, because they truly do deserve it.
Every dog is truly a gift and blessing wrapped into one – it is important to actively acknowledge this and act upon appreciating this blessing!
Reconnecting with my furry friends has been exciting and wonderful, as I truly did miss seeing them on a daily basis and being surrounded completely by “man’s best friends.” I forgot how much purpose, joy, and perspective these wonderful friends of mine give me and continue to give me.
Each dog has their own unique personality, and getting to spend more quality one-on-one time with each seperate dog allows me to connect and to create a unique friendship and relationship with each furry friend that I come across.
Catching up and reminicsing with as many of my goodest friends continues to be a treat, and a unique and personal experience that I never get sick of.
Their company brings me so much happiness and so much humor, as time spent with my best friends is never dull.
Watching them in action, attempting to navigate their dog social world, is one of the most entertaining things to witness and to experience.
Below, I have captured some of our most precious, joyful, charismatic, and affectionate dogs in their element.
A handsome devil, indeed.
A precious gem with a gentle, kind soul! She has a great, fun, and playful personality.
She is also such a loyal girl, always sticking by your side no matter what.
She is also great in front of the camera!
In another lifetime, she definitely got very familiar with cameras and modeling.
Meet Odie!This was my first time meeting Odie, and he was such a pleasure to hang out with. He was much more of a people’s dog than a dog’s dog, if you know what I mean.
He was very affectionate and cuddly, always loving being pet.
He knows how to work his angles.
Meet Bella!Bella was not the biggest fan of the camera in front of her face, as you can tell. But, Bella, similar to the others, is a lover. While she generally surrounded by younger individiuals, Bella most times can be found keeping to herself. She is not mean, but she does not go out of her way to engage with dogs that are energized.
Bella is an older woman, with such a loving soul, burried under what appears at first glace as a mean, cold-shouldered individual.
She is a lover, but she is also cautious and careful with who she shares her love and affection with, just in case she could get hurt.
Meet Camdem!His personality is just as big as his smile! You can almost feel his energetic, fun energy radiating from this picture. Camdem loves to love, and will love on you whether you are a human being or another dog.
He is just truly such a good sport!
She is sweeter than her button nose! She is always ready to have fun and loves to smile 🙂 She is such a happy camper!
#NOBADAYZ for Rose!
Wyatt is such a handsome, young cattle dog. He is gorgeous and visually stimulating to the eye, because his coat is so unique.
Wyatt is truly unique, with a one-of-a-kind personality.
He mostly keeps to himself, though he is quite friendly and polite to most, but since investing more time hanging out with him, I have been able to witness his true colors come through.
Meet Olive!Her beautiful and unique look are not only the captivating things about Olive.
Her loving, yet high-energy personality is another captivating thing about Olive.
While her size might make you think that Olive may be a delicate creature, Olive is one of the big boys and can hold on her own, which is one of my favorite things about Olive.
She is not afraid to brake some behavioral rules, in order to show you how much she loves you. If it means, climbing onto your back and licking the back of your head in order to show you how much she loves you, she is willing to go that extra mile.
Scout is fairly new to doggy day care, but I immediately took a liking into Scout. While he is still learning right from wrong, and socially acceptable behaviors and socially unacceptable behaviors, his soul is so precious and innocent.
Scout is very selective with the dogs that he wants to spend his time playing with, which is not a bad thing, except when the dog just does not want to play with him.
For a puppy, he is very determined and tends to think that he knows what he wants.
His fun, light-hearted energy is great to have around and experience.
He has such an unique look and such a unique personality!
A sweetheart and handsome fellow all wrapped into one. Bowie just wants to be loved, and while he may look intimidating, or otherwise mean, Bowie is the furthest thing from intimidating, or mean. In fact, Bowie is the quickest to run for help when he senses danger, or a dog plays too hard with him, or a dog snaps at him.
The sweetest labrador and pitbull mix ever placed on this Earth is Bowie.
Though he weighs more than your average lap dog, Bowie is still committed to being a full-time lap dog.
My sweet-loving, adventure-seeking Nitro warms my soul and my spirit! He can literally light up your world with his playful energy, which is naturally contagious. He is so fun and always down to get a little down and dirty. Nitro loves playing with everyone, and gets along with all! He would never hurt and fly, let along another dog.
He loves to adventure and is definitely a thrill seeker!
Nitro also gives the best hugs, as he always runs up to me and wraps his arms around my hips with the best of his ability.
His loyalty and general excitement for life is incredible! He always makes the best out of all situations, and is non-stop fun!
Jerry is a derpy boy, who is always causing mischief on accident. His intentions are never to do anything wrong or apply any harm, but sometimes his fun-nature gets him in trouble.
Jerry LOVES to have fun and is willing to push the boundaries to have some fun. He loves getting others involved, and generally, loves to get himself in a little bit of trouble. He truly cannot help it!
But, his genuinely purely gold and loving nature contrats his semi-outrageous side, and balances his personality out. His outrageous side is awesome to witness, because he truly does know how to get the party going.
Mac is a hard one to figure out, let along pet. At first glance, Mac seems a little rude and standoff-ish, as he always seems to be running his mouth.
But, he is quite anxious, deep down, and he also is such a sweetheart, once you dedicate enough time towards getting to know him one-on-one.
I can relate to Mac’s louder mouth, as I feel like he sometimes feels like he has to yell, or bark loudly, in order to get his point across, or even be heard. This is what I call the case of “small person’s syndome,” where you attempt to make up for your size with bigger and louder everything, including bigger and louder voices, bigger and louder barks, bigger and louder personalities, etc.
One of the best homecoming gifts was the opportunity to reunite with Auggie, my husband, my everything, and one of my most favorite dogs.
His smile melts my heart…Not to mention, he is gorgeous!
After weeks of being apart, our reunion was much needed and I spent my entire shift suffocating and spoiling him with so much love, pets, and cuddles.
Piper was another one of the greater homecoming gifts that I was able to come back to. Piper was the first dog that I bonded with, and essentially deemed “one of my favorites.” Her soul, her spirit, her energy, and her personality are so pure and full of genuine love, happiness, and affection.
Reuniting with Piper is always such a treat. She loves showing how affectionate she is by licking your face until my face begins to hurt from her tongue, by jumping for joy whenever you are near, or even far, following you wherever you go, smiling and wiggling her hips just out of pure excitement to see me, cuddling with me, and sitting on my lap.
She is such a gentle soul, with such excitement, love, and affection within her! I am truly lucky to have such a gal pal like her, who radiates such love and joy for me.
These smiling faces and amazing souls have brought so much good and positivity in my life. Beyond this, they have all made a large imprint in my life, as they have become more to me than just dogs. They are truly my friends!
How lucky I am to keep such great and good-looking company!
The month of June has been extremely exciting, frustrating, stressful, kind, postive, and incredible all at the same time. It is safe to say that is has been a very emotional month for me, full of more incredible memories than bad memories.
I am still continuing to learn, grow, and mature, as the days come to me. I am still making mistakes, though…I am still a human being, and unfortunately, I make plenty of mistakes.
But, what can I say? I am still young and still have a handful of mistakes to continue making.
This month was a month full of growth, re-discovery, discovery, panic, anger, happiness, emotions, and self-awareness.
The stress and the heat of the Summer was beginning to get to me by the middle of the month, as I realized that time was continuing to fly, with or without my consent. As a result, all the things that I had continued to procrastinate still were left undone and unresolved, leaving me in a state of panic.
At the same time that the stress was hitting me, my urge to spend every waking minute outside, playing and enjoying the Sun, began emerging, with or without my consent. I found myself constantly wanting to enjoy my days, doing only things that I wanted to, not necessarily the things that I had to do, which only intensified my stress, as I often ended up choosing to enjoy my life.
I spent a lot of time this month focusing on having fun, or engaging in fun activities that I have always wanted to do, instead of constantly punishing myself for not working hard enough.
I can say with affirmation that I was much kinder to myself this month than I have been in a few years.
I am not ashamed to say that I do not regret any ounce of fun that I engaged in over the course of the last month, and I would not ever take it back.
I spent a lot more time outside, hanging out with friends, doing activities that I love, and learning to relax.
It was much more difficult than one would imagine.
Re-learning to relax, or to let myself relax and breathe, was extremely difficult.
In your head, it is quite simple, as breathing is one of those innate skills that should not take much energy, or stress, to execute. Unforunately, I completely forgot how to execute relaxing and breathing recently, and re-learning to do something that I have not practiced in a while was difficult.
I am extremely proud of myself for allowing myself to get out of my own head, and finally allowing myself to forgive, to forget, and to just be.
My mind has been working extremely hard recently to hold me captive inside my thoughts, and it seemed like lately my head was the only place that I could reside in.
It seemed like most times I was unable to seperate myself from the capitivity of my head and my thoughts, which often made it extremely difficult for me to simply just enjoy the moments passing by and impeded my ability to have fun.
My prison sentence in the nearest federal brain prison has finally come to an end, and boy, am I glad that it is slowly coming to a stop.
This month, after finally learning to live outside of my brain, I was able to push myself outside of my comfort zone, as I stopped using my anxiety as a valid excuse for everything. Living outside of my head has truly helped me manage my anxiety and panic attacks to a certain extent.
While I still experienced some painful panic attacks, racing thoughts, etc., I have seen progress within my growth. I have been experimenting with various new coping mechanisms, in order to experience blissful states.
I never realized how much my own brain, my own thoughts, and my own irrational fears could take control of my life. Your brain is truly a powerful muscle!
I have been doing my best to take advantage of this new success that I have achieved by attempting to continue to grow and to continue becoming a better person every chance that I can.
Another thing that I have been working hard to do is to SLOW DOWN, in every way, shape, and form. My mind became overtly cluttered and chlosterphobic when I was unable to simply allow myself some time to slow down. When my mind is working faster than I am able to process my thoughts, my obligations, my anxieties, or my fears, I begin to immediately panic and begin feeling like I am drowning in my own thoughts, without a life vest.
Slowing down allows me to simply break down fears, obligations, stresses, etc., without exxassperating an already uncomfortable situation.
Entering every day with a strong and calm mindset is not something that can simply be done. It takes a lifetime of practice, as life is incredibly stressful.
My mind loves to wander, so it is especially important that I keep her on a short leash. In a matter of milliseconds, my mind can turn a seemingly achievable task into the MOST ENORMOUSLY TALL HURDLE TO EVER COME ACROSS. My mind also can turn into a torture chamber in a blink of an eye. As a result, I have made it an utmost priority to work on training myself on catching myself before I let my mind do such unspeakable things. These are all things that can be improved and helped, which is something that I continue to remind myself.
Be kind to yourself and enjoy the beautiful life you live.
Learning to love yourself and be kind to yourself can be as simple as to stop saying that “you can’t” do something, or be better.
I am the most forgetful person when it comes to being kind to myself and learning to let myself enjoy life.
No matter what you have done, or what you are going to do, you deserve to be happy, to enjoy your life, and to have fun! You deserve to laugh and you deserve to feel good about yourself. Try to enjoy, or even celebrate, your existence and your happiness. Share it with the world!
The world, including yourself, spends too much time and effort punishing you and trying to bring you down anyways. So, you may as well enjoy as much of it celebrating and DOING LIFE, in order to maximize your time on this Earth.
Be the light at the end of the tunnel for yourself and for others.
Happiness, joy, and a love for life is contagious, and it will be the only thing I will be catching this year.