Puppy Palooza Secret and Pixie Whimsy
Poop romp pee play puppy-dom
My world has focused down to one fuzzy wild creature.
One week ago I picked up Mystic — her grown up name is BCC Enchanted Mystic Warrior — and continued the long drive home from New York to New Mexico.
She barked for the first hour of the drive. High, piercing, plaintive, painful.
I sang to her and talked sweet nothings until she finally exhausted herself and fell asleep.
Now that we are home we are settling into a rhythm. I removed one side of the cushions from the Airstream’s diner table and slid her puppy den into the slot. As I write Mystic is sleeping post first morning pee and play and food; in a 1/2 hour I’ll take her out to poop in her potty spot.
She has learned in our short time together how to sit and wait before we go through doors, how to potty and pee in one general area, how to settle herself with a bone, and she is becoming an puppy sit ups expert: sit, lie down, roll over, stand.
For hours on the drive I listened to puppy training audios. I took mental notes. I created a plan. I replayed specific chapters. Around 2 am on my fourth or fifth day of travel I heard a line that resonated with what I had been sensing: All the training techniques are guideposts, but the most important thing is to listen and get to know your puppy and learn what works for them.
Bingo.
Now, I’m still going back and replaying chapters of one of the books that really resonated with me, and that has already helped immeasurably. I need to keep reinforcing my understanding of puppy-dom and gaining skills for the intensive guiding of my new companion and friend.
Note: I’ll do the audio for this and the next episode of the Wild, Willing, Wise book club later today or tomorrow when pup is sleeping! Tune back in : )
Now here is the secret
Our minds are just like puppies. Without training, we poop and pee judgment and victimization, fear and resistance everywhere. We soil our own temples with our unchecked thoughts and fears. I used to teach that if you don’t train your mind carefully it is like vacuuming your white plush rug while you have poop on your shoes and wondering why your carpet is getting more stained.
It takes patience, repetition, loving guidance, clear correction, play, and wisdom to train a puppy, and our minds.
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If you can’t be with me live on Saturday you can always register and you’ll receive the full video and audio recordings and transcript of the webinar.
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Whimsical Pixie Play
My nickname is Pixie, and when I’m struggling with something I often will pep talk myself: Pixie, you can do this!!! Here are some other whimsical ways I play (inspired by some fun social media posts I’ve seen. Share yours in the comments!
When I’m carrying heavy or awkward things I pretend I’m on an American Ninja Warrior course. I cheerlead myself: Three more steps! You’ve got this keep going! You are almost to the finish line!
I travel with at least one and usually multiple small stuffed animals; my current friend is a fuzzy flame.
I talk to my animate and inanimate friends — All. The Time. Hello tree friend! Hello flower friends! Hello mountain friend! Hello rock friend! The last time I visited the ocean I yelled as I ran towards it: Hello ocean friend and all the ocean friends that live in the ocean friend! I love you!
On long road trips I keep fresh roses in a vase. Then I leave the dried petals on my dashboard, so there are always rose petals blowing out of my truck when I open the doors or windows.
Share your whimsical play in the comments!
This is a weird and somewhat embarrassing to admit thing, and it’s from the past. But when I was a teenager and had to cut the grass, I would pretend I was a princess being held captive and forced to labor LOL.
Mystic is so precious, and although I haven't had a dog in years, I miss the "puppy" smell.