Animals reflect our behaviour. The animals that we feel a closeness to, encounter often, engage with, attract and so on; have a role to play in that moment of our lives. They offer an understanding to us of the ‘play’ that is our current experience and give insight into the intricacies of our lives. Following is the understanding for the thoughtful Rhodesian Ridgeback.
Rhodesian Ridgeback (African Lion Hound) (Listen while you read)
It’s a lovely day to day, so whatever you’ve got to do, I’d be so happy to be doing it with you.
(Well, well, well; what a story has the Rhodesian Ridgeback to tell. Happy to:
The Rhodesian Ridgeback is full of so much joy it should be against the law! Yes it should.
Why? I’ll tell you.
Once upon a time there was a young puppy. This young puppy did not know much love. No, he didn’t. Then, one day, he grew up. This he did. He grew up.
This was ever so good for the little Rhodesian Ridgeback because then he could start to make his own way in life. Yes, that’s right. The little Rhodesian Ridgeback could then start to make his own decisions and such like.
And why was this such an enormous event for the little Rhodesian Ridgeback.? I’ll tell you why.
It was important for the little Rhodesian Ridgeback because until this time he was caught up in the less than desirable decisions of those around him. This he was. You want more? Yes?
Well, I’ll tell you more. Yesterday was not a clear day for the little Rhodesian Ridgeback. He had to accept the misgivings of those who surrounded him. This he did.
Did he bear his lot with good grace? Yes and no. Yes, because what else was he to do? And no, because deep inside him he knew that one day he could escape the terrible decisions and make his own way in the world.
And what became of the little Rhodesian Ridgeback?
Well, today the little Rhodesian Ridgeback is a mighty character; full of warmth, pride, joyousness, laughter, rebellion. Rebellion? Yes rebellion. Wouldn’t you be full of rebellion if you had spent an entire lifetime tied to the strings of danger? Danger? Yes, danger.
What was so dangerous?
The danger lay in living life in a lifeless (less than happy) manner. This is danger at its worst. To forgo happiness is a criminal offense to the soul. That it is.
And today? What has become of the danger?
It has gone, mostly. Yes, the danger has faded and in its place lays a freedom only known to those of us who have been shackled by the whims and ideas of others.
Well, my friends; I’m sure glad that the little Rhodesian Ridgeback grew up. It would seem that many Rhodesian Ridgeback personalities have not experienced a loving youth. And yet, to learn that fun, joy, warmth and togetherness do exist must be a mighty energy to know.)
Carolyn Page – ABC of Spirit Talk
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I LOVED my Rhodesian Ridgeback! I have to say I think they are very sensitive dogs too! I was worried mine was “depressed” cuz of the hours I work. Work at night, come home, be awake for about 8 hours then sleep. She was “alone” for about 16 hours each day. 😦 She was a great guard dog and while being good around other people she was loyal to only one, as most are. She didn’t like the Schwan’s man, a new one, who came to my house and just opened the screen to come in the house. (Which shocked me too) The next time he came over, I was in my backyard and happened to look up and see her chasing him down the street. Now, I had left my dog in the house, so that meant she had opened my screen door to get to him. The Schwan’s man never same to my house again, which was ok with me. 🙂 The people who owned her prior to myself, had had her professionally trained. I was given a list of what I could say and what I could NOT say. She had a word, in German, for attack, which I never remembered, thank goodness. I did however forget, about three days after I got her that I was NEVER to say, “Go get it.” I did. 😦 My niece, who at the time was 7 years old, and I were walking “Marlo.”. My niece was running ahead, calling the dogs name, etc… I forgot. Said “Go get her”. 😦 I was very glad I had her on a leash, even tho she dragged me down the street on the asphalt. Eventually she realized I was attached and she stopped in the middle of the street. I actually cried. LOL I went in the house, to the bathroom and started looking at my knees, elbows, palms and asked my nephew, 7 also, to please call his mommy for me. I can laugh thinking about it now. At 48 years old tho I was in shock. Hadn’t done anything like that since I was a kid. I’m not skinny anymore either, so they are STRONG dogs! I weigh 180 pounds, which was nothing to her. Keep that in mind!
Wow, what a tale…! I can imagine your horror… on both counts – the Schwan’s man and your niece/nephew incident.. 😦 You must have felt soooo guilty ’bout the little ones..! What happened to Marlo?
This is Beautifully written.. This post is super-awesome 🙂
I thoroughly enjoyed doing it..! Thank You Jenny.. 😉