Kelly is buzzzing like a bee
Kelly’s Story
Kelly is my dog! I
love him dearly and find him to be the best companion I’ve ever had. It wasn’t
always that way. Kelly came to me thru my dog Gracie. When Mollee died, my beautiful
Walker Hound, Gracie “told” me she missed having someone like herself to play with.
Off to the humane society we went and Gracie fell totally in love with him. They have been best
friends ever since. It took me a bit longer as Kelly had issues!!! He was afraid
of suitcases, briefcases – especially black ones. He was afraid of anything you had in your hands,
once my cell phone sent him into the back yard for an hour!! I’d never seen that before.
Kelly had come from a great home and was super healthy when I got him. I was
told he’d always been that way. A water bottle could send him into hiding and crying like a “girl”.
Kelly is a big 55 pound lab mix. Not pretty to see him like that.Since I train dogs and have a fantastic ability as a healer and communicator
with them I thought “OK is this a trick of the universe I’d get a dog like this”? Well of course it was
just time for another STORY in my life. My clients know me best as I always have some story to tell them
to help them with their pets. Kelly is my personal unfolding story. To start I trained Kelly to “smell” whatever he was afraid of.
I started small with a book. He was terrified one night when I brought the book close to him and
he suddenly noticed it was a “big cell phone” or something. I am big believer in just
talking to your dog or cat or horse. I don’t care if anyone thinks it’s silly or anything.
Just talk out loud to them. So I told Kelly. “I want you to smell anything
you are afraid of” and we began. That was 3 years ago and he’s always smelling
something!! He now does it on his own. Recently for fun I taught Kelly to buzz like a bee. That’s
right to “buzz like a bee”. I used to play this game with him where I’d take my finger
and act like a bee and pretend to hold it over him keeping him wondering when or if the “bee”
would get him. Now come on I know you have done the same thing with your pets before admit it.
Well anyway I finally felt quite guilty about putting him thru such torture that I felt I’d turn the game around
a bit. So I taught him to buzz like a bee. I just say to him “OK Kelly buzz like
a bee” and he does!!! What is soooooo funny about it is that every time I get Kelly to do this game
with me in front of a friend each friend has the same reaction. They get very emotional with tears in their
eyes and everything and have the most unusual expression on their faces. I still can’t quite make
it out but it’s almost like astonishment that Kelly can actually do it. Each person jumps up and
runs over to him and hugs him af and we all laugh and laugh and laugh. Maybe we will end up on Oprah or
something one day if I can add some more “sounds”. I almost
ruined this to the point that there would have been NO bee story to tell. I had friends over and HAD to
show off Kelly to them. I got Kelly to “buzz like a bee” three times!! My
friends were rolling on the floor laughing and in tears by the end. Well Kelly didn’t like it too much because he was
used to getting his favorite treats when he did something so spectacular. I was so
caught up in showing him off I forgot he had feelings too and worked for his favorite treats. So he went
on strike for about three weeks. It was pathetic. I tried daily to get him to buzz like
a bee for me and noooooooooooo. Cardinal rule - treats after every trick, especially
one like that!! Finally he felt sorry for me and started to do it again and I make sure he gets his favorite
healthy treats.
Well this would not be much of a story if I didn’t tell the “end of the story”. Last
week I discovered a big plant in my back yard loaded with “bees” getting nectar out of the flowers.
I had walked by it several times while doing my laundry in the garage. I was so glad I’d not
been stung. I stepped a safe distance away to get a really good look at how many bees there were –
wowowowow there were a lot. I had my attention on one in particular, it was amazing how industrious it was with that flower.
Suddenly I became aware that
Kelly was by me and I looked at him. I could sense he was a bit afraid and then Kelly, on his own, smelled
the bee!!! I held my breath fearing that any movement would cause the bee to sting him. The
most amazing thing occurred the bee sort of “shrugged” his shoulders, now I know they really don’t have
shoulders, but I swear it looked like the bee shrugged his shoulders at Kelly and basically told him to bzzzzzzzzz off!!
Kelly moved back and off into the house we went. I wondered what I would have done if Kelly had
been stung by the bee. I'm so glad we didn't have to find out. Has anyone out there had to handle a bee sting on
their dog? Would love to hear from you on how you handled it.
sky dog
 I was thinking about how speical dogs are and then someone sent me this photo. I learned this dog often
goes to this location and just looks out over the mountains. Makes you wonder - what is he thinking and is he enjoying himself.
How often do we take the time to just look around at our surroundings. This is a beautiful site. I'm grateful to the person
who caught this dog in this lovely dramatic setting.
Tutu!!!! A Princess arrives!!
Well as you all know I have 2 dogs, Kelly and Gracie, 1 bird, Albert and 1 cat, Roy Rogers. I had a truly
special cat named Missy. I used to race home just so I could pick her up and get one of her hugs. She could give
the best hugs of any pet I've ever owned. Missy was killed accidentally and even with all my pets I was heartbroken.
I could barely function for a short time my grief was heavy. She was the best cat I'd ever owned. Well I decided
I should try and fall back in love again. That's what we do when we decide to have another pet "own" us.
We fall back in love saying things like; "I said I'd never have another..... I never thought I'd love .......
as much as.....". I know you've probably heard these many times.
Well I went onto the Pinellas SPCA
website to view the pictures of all the adoptable cats. Each day I'd check - trying so hard not to think of Missy.
Each day I'd have a new group to "dis". NOT MY MISSY!!! Then one day there she was "miss ice
tea" as she was known by her once forever family. I kept checking on her and after two weeks she was still there "miss
ice tea".
I grabbed my sister, Phyllis and said lets go meet; "miss Ice Tea". Wow she was
a looker. She was so big she looked like she was wearing a "tutu" like you dance in. Her body was bulbous
and round like the Kiblan cat of years ago. She had the cutest tiny feet. My sister and I laughed so hard when
we saw her in person. THEN we found out why she was called "miss ice tea". She flattened her ears and
swatted us both a good one. She intended to knock us to the ground I could tell. Good thing she had NO claws.
Lucky for us. When she flattens her ears she looks like a world war II plane ready to dive!!!
I tried and
tried but could not figure out a name for her until I remembered about the TUTU I felt she looked like she was wearing.
It didn't really fit her nature, she is a wild and violent kitty. She tolerates no nonsense from the dogs.
If they start play fighting she lets them know that she doesn't like it by running into the middle of them and "slapping"
the heck out of Gracie and Kelly. Two days ago she had poor Kelly, a 55 pound shepard, cornered after he accidentally
stepped on her tale. I heard him whining. She was actually staring at him with one paw raised to slap him.
She's got them under her paw. Tutu fit her body so well. So one day I told her what do you think? She
looked at me and I swear she said it was fine with her. She is nothing at all like my missy. Hugs!!! Good
god that is for sissies she let me know. Kisses, ploooey - she spits and shakes her head if you give her any.
She will let you rub her body and her face endlessly without any complaints but none of the "Missy" stuff.
Funny I don't care I'm in love again......
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Kelly
Kelly is my dog Gracie's "dog". When Mollee died Gracie really wanted another playmate. We decided
what she wanted and a trip to the Humane Society produced Kelly. At first I didn't like Kelly that much. Gracie
loved him at first site. He wasn't enough like Mollee. I was still in too much grief over losing my best friend
of 16 years. Each evening when I'd go to bed - Kelly would be at one end of the bed and Gracie at the other. I'd
tell Kelly that I was going to return him to the Humane Society and apologize profusly to him about it. He'd always
look at me with such understanding. Suddenly one month had gone by and there he was STILL at the end of my bed.
Where had all the time gone by? Then that next morning I woke up and got my "Kelly Cuddle" where he threw
his lab mix body over mine to wake me up and I knew without a doubt that "kelly was my dog too!!.
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