Communication Signals in Dogs (Part 1)

This was one of the questions for my Coursework for the ISCP Diploma in Canine Psychology:
Observe a group of dogs and people together, and note the body language and vocalising that occurs between them. Write an essay of between 1,000 and 2,000 words about the communications signals you have perceived, and how other dogs and people have responded to these. Include your reasons for the conclusions you have reached.

Here is my essay. I’ve split it into 2 posts, as it’s rather long, and also because Part 2 is a summary of my conclusions:

I was in the park by myself and noticed a couple sitting under a tree with 2 yellow Labradors gambolling nearby off-leash, doing their own thing, sniffing at tree trunks and following scent trails. There was another dog, a brindle Staffy type playing Fetch with its owner about a hundred feet away from them. There was also an older woman walking her small Shih-Tzu dog on its lead along the path by the park.

The brindle Staffy’s owner must not have noticed the Labradors, because he threw the ball in the direction of the Labradors, and as the Staffy went after it, the Labradors noticed it and stopped their play. One of the Labradors adopted a forward-facing stance, with its tail held straight out almost level with its body, and with its paw held up. It resembled a German Pointer.

The Staffy had until now been concentrating on fetching the ball for its owner. Now suddenly there were these 2 yellow Labradors standing in his field of vision. And his ball was close to them. He had been running to catch the ball, fixated on it, but once he noticed the 2 Labradors eyeing him, he slowed down and started to walk instead in a large curve. His body was therefore facing the Labradors sideways, not head on. When the Staffy reached his ball, he grabbed it, and after casting a cautious eye back at the Labradors, began walking almost nonchalantly back to his owner. When he felt he’d reached a safe distance, he started running again towards his owner.

During this time, the Labrador owners had suddenly realised that their dogs were potentially about to meet a strange dog, with unknown consequences, and they got up on their feet and started walking quickly towards the Labradors, with the dogs’ leads in their hands. One of them, the man, started calling the dogs to them, and whistling. I could hear the tension in his voice.

The Labrador doing the German Pointer impression relaxed its body, and started to wave its tail gently when it heard its name being spoken by its owner. It looked towards the retreating Staffy, then back at its owner, then back at the Staffy again, as if asking for permission to go forward towards where the Staffy was. The other Labrador, which looked smaller and younger and could have possibly been the offspring of the bigger Labrador, was shifting its weight from foot to foot nervously, wagging its tail low and whining. It too, was looking back and forth between its owner and the Staffy.

When the Labradors’ owner started shouting and whistling, the small Shih-Tzu dog walking along the path with its owner suddenly got excited and started lunging forward, pulling his owner. She pulled back on the lead, tightening it, and started shortening it. This made the Shih-Tzu all the more excited, and it pulled against the tension even more, all the time making excited yelping/whining noises.

The younger Labrador found this excitement too much to endure. It broke away from where it had been standing nervously, and started running towards the Staffy. The other Labrador, after a moment’s hesitation, did likewise.

The Labradors’ owners, naturally concerned at what would happen should the Labradors and the Staffy not manage to become friends, broke into a run after their dogs, calling and whistling for the Labradors to stop. This only made the Labradors more excited and they ran even faster towards the Staffy.

The Staffy and its owner, meanwhile, were trying to make tracks to get away from the approaching Labradors. The man was trying to clip his lead onto the Staffy’s collar and walk it away from the park, but the Labradors were too quick. I heard him yell in frustration as the Labradors reached within 10 feet of the Staffy.

I was watching this and hoping there would not be a fight between the dogs, that the owners could manage to get their dogs introduced to each other properly, or that the dogs themselves knew the proper doggy etiquette for making new friends.

Before the Labradors reached the Staffy, they slowed down and started turning their bodies away from him, and almost looked as if they were walking away. When in actual fact they were approaching the Staffy in a large curve, showing calming signals that they meant no harm. One Labrador curved to the left, the other curved to the right. Together, as they criss-crossed in front of the Staffy, they looked almost as if they were collies herding sheep or cows.

The Staffy, now being held in a tight grip by his owner, could only stare balefully at them. Maybe his owner wasn’t aware that the Labradors had friendly intentions, or maybe he wasn’t sure if his dog was able to understand the calming signals, or perhaps he himself did not know what the curving body language meant. He kept his hands tight on the Staffy’s lead, so tight that the dog’s front legs were almost raised off the ground. This only made it more tense, and it started twisting its body around, to try to release itself. But this only made its owner tighten his grip even more.

All the time this was happening, and it was only in the space of a few seconds, the Labradors’ owners were still shouting, calling and whistling for their dogs. They were also by now rattling the chain on their leads, hoping to distract the Labradors’ attention from the Staffy.

And the little Shih-Tzu was still pulling and lunging to get to the Labradors and the Staffy. The woman, who looked to be in her 60s and rather frail, was having a hard time holding the Shih-Tzu back, small as it was.

Then I heard the woman cry out in pain, as the Shih-Tzu must have torn its lead from out of her hands. The next thing I saw was this little white barrel of fluff tearing straight towards the Labradors and the Staffy, yelping excitedly and trailing its lead behind it like a long red ribbon.

Now the Labradors found themselves caught between the tantalising Staffy in front of them, and the little maelstrom of a Shih-Tzu, coming up from behind them. Everyone froze, dogs and humans, apart from the barreling Shih-Tzu and his frantic owner trying to catch up behind him.

The Staffy’s owner decided this was exactly the distraction he needed to get away safely with his dog. Quickly, and wordlessly, while the Labradors were frozen in place, he tugged at his dog’s collar and got it to move. The Staffy was reluctant at first to move, but his owner tugged at his collar again, urgently. And then man and dog exited stage right, at a brisk jog.

The little Shih-Tzu suddenly found himself between the 2 large Labradors, who were naturally startled but also curious. As it was too late for any of the humans to intervene, the dogs were able to conduct their proper introductions, doggy style. Which involved an almost formal Sniff-n-Greet, firstly done by the larger Labrador to the little Shih-Tzu, who stood still but quivering as he subjected himself to it. The younger Labrador, not to be outdone, also had a good Sniff-n-Greet of the Shih-Tzu. Now with both Labradors sniffing either end of his body, the Shih-Tzu had no choice but to simply stand and submit.

Once the Labradors were satisfied with their greeting, they allowed the Shih-Tzu to sniff and greet them too. Which was quite funny to watch, as he was so tiny compared to them. But the Labradors were patient and tolerant, and once the Shih-Tzu had satisfied himself, the younger Labrador did a play bow towards the Shih-Tzu. The little dog responded in kind, and then all three dogs took off in a madcap game of chase. The little Shih-Tzu got bowled over by the bigger dogs a couple of times, but he managed to keep up. One of the Labradors even let him pin it down and stand on top of it, before rolling back onto its feet and dislodging the Shih-Tzu.

By this time, the Shih-Tzu’s owner had caught up with the Labradors’ owners, and they were enquiring if she needed first aid for her hand. I think she was alright, it may have been just a rope burn or even just the shock of having the lead slip out of her grasp. At any rate, all three humans seemed very relieved that their dogs were able to play together instead of fighting.

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Love Locked

At the Dogs’ Refuge Home where I volunteer, they’ve set up a novel idea for celebrating people’s love for their dogs. It’s called “The Trellis of Love”.

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For AU$25, you get your name and your dog’s name placed into a padlock, which is then placed onto the trellis for evermore. You also receive a paper certificate to commemorate the event. It’s such a romantic notion, like that evinced by the (many) Bridges of Love in Paris. (The trend seems to have caught on and spread to other countries around the world – read this Wikipedia entry on “love locks“).

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This year, I hope lots of people visit the Refuge to adopt a new furever friend for themselves, or a playmate for their existing dog. I hope to see that Trellis of Love filling up soon with lots of love locks. After all, our dogs deserve all our love, as unconditional as the love they give us every day of their lives.

Love is not just for Valentine’s Day, it’s for Always and Forever. Dogs will give us just that, day in, day out, without a complaint or bouts of anger, and certainly without a battle of egos. The same can hardly be said of us human beings, we who profess to be the “superior race”. Give me the love of a dog any day.

Beauty

I am not perfect. I am no spring chicken. I’m no Barbie with flawless plastic skin, legs up to Heaven and an impossible waist. I have wrinkles, stretch marks, freckles, pimples. My stomach is no washboard for sure, but that is not because of diet or lack of exercise. My body bears the scars of many, many experiences a lifetime of living brings.

I like my food. I have an enormous propensity for eating. Where does it go, I hear you ask. It goes to my face, that’s where it goes. My Oriental Moon face, as some like to call it. Yes, it’s a round shape, I can’t help the genes I was born with.

When I put on weight, it goes to my face first. When I lose weight, it goes from my boobs first. Shucks. So, if you see me looking like a lollipop, big round face with a stick body attached, you know I’ve been on a diet. I realised this when one day I found myself stuffing tissue paper into my bra cups, just to look less flatchested. After the last time that happened, oh so many years ago, I decided to learn to love my body, and not try to make it something it clearly isn’t. I chose Health and Exercise instead of Fashion and Make Up. I’m much more comfortable in a t-shirt and trousers and boots, than in a filmy, floaty dress and stilettos.

These days I’m anything between a UK size 12-16. Yes, when we women are close to getting our periods, we can get bloated from water retention and shift up a dress size or two. That’s a fact of life. Embrace it, don’t deny it. You’ll feel better about yourself for it. Yes, PMS is real too, so deal with it, gents, or stay out of our way. 😄

And if anyone dares to criticize your size, weight, looks and appearance…you tell them where to go, sister.

It’s Your body. Learn to love it, because you’re going to be living in it for a long time.

Cosmetic surgery? Sure, go ahead, if you really must. It might fix a thing or three, but you’ll be constantly fretting about your other imperfections, and then you’ll spend the rest of your life and money fixing those things. Have you seen what happens when cosmetic surgery goes wrong, or when someone has clearly had way too much of it?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This sick Society we live in has declared that Beauty should be such and such, and every girl should try and fit into that mold. It will make you attractive to men, so you can catch a handsome husband, get married, have children and live happily ever after.

Maybe our forebears lived that fairytale, but we sure don’t these days. For one, many of us gals are finding that the company of other women is far more enriching and satisfying than the company of men. So, hetero guys, you really need to pull your socks up and change your outlook and criteria, or you’ll be left in the dirt.

Men can be just as shallow as women, if not more so. In the name of research, I signed on to a free internet dating site, to see what the fish were like in the sea these days. Turns out 95% of men still believe that they can attract women by boasting about their motorcycles, cars and boats. Or about their strong affiliations with certain sports and teams. My impression was that these guys are actually searching  not for potential life partners, but for likeminded friends in a sports club. So, why not just go to a sports club?

Gents, if you’re really serious about finding The One, you really should start thinking about what The One may be looking for. You’d be extremely lucky to find The One online, who loves your Harley as much as you do, or will go wild beside you and scream along with you at an AFL match. If that’s what you’re after, my advice is to ditch the internet dating scene and go to a motorcycle rally, vintage car show, sports event, or whatever your poison is. You’re more than likely to find that those places have done you a great favour already by filtering through your potential candidates and presenting you with those who share your passion for hot rods or angling rods.

As for me, I’m just your average 45-year-old Oriental lassie, carrying a few extra pounds, with a Moon face, little eyes, floppy belly, scars and scarecrow hair. But I’m also witty, savvy, intelligent, funny, hardworking, self-motivated, passionate, honest, truthful and always to the point.

I don’t like using my photo for social media profiles. But it’s not because I’m ashamed of my looks. It’s because I know people will respect me more based on what I write in black and white, or over the phone and internet, rather than on what I say in person. Because, unlike a lot of people, I don’t judge a book by its cover, but by what its contents are like. I’m more interested in the story than in its flashy outer wrapping. My own outer wrapping is perhaps not the prettiest, and I find most men tend to look past me or even through me because of that…but that’s a reflection on their shallowness, and not on me.

What they don’t know is just what they’re missing out on, because baby, I’m all about content 😉.

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Real Love is…

Just some thoughts about the real meaning of Love. With Valentine’s Day round the corner, and Romance on the minds of many, it might be prudent to stop for a minute, and ponder on what Love is. And try not to confuse Love with Lust or just plain obsession.

I found these on Google Images.

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Dog Observations: Memphis (Part 3)

In this final part of my Observations, I write about how Memphis’s behaviour changed from when I first met him, until the day he got adopted from the Dogs’ Refuge Home:

Over the space of the 10 sessions I enjoyed playing with Memphis, I observed how his behaviour changed. He went from being a fearful dog, with fear-aggression issues, to a beautifully affectionate dog, displaying high levels of intelligence. He stopped being startled, barking and growling at everything and everyone. His body language improved drastically – he went from skulking around or cowering in a corner, to bounding around excitedly whenever I approached his kennel door. He never once tried to slip out of his enclosure past me. Instead, he would politely stand away from the door, tail wagging enthusiastically, eyes big and hopeful. When I entered his run, he would immediately nose around me to find out what treats or toys I had for him. Once I accidentally left the zip on my treats pouch open, and Memphis promptly “robbed” me blind of treats. I noticed that when confronted with the choice of squeaky toy or treats, Memphis always chose the squeaky toy first.

Memphis also stopped barking at strangers standing outside his run. In fact, he was often so enamoured with his squeaky games of fetch that he was often able to completely ignore everything that was happening around him. I taught him how to Sit, Give Paw, Lie Down, Roll Over and Wait, but I suspect he already knew those tricks and our play sessions only served as practice reminders. Again, when there was a squeaky toy at hand, he would often ignore cues to perform those parlour tricks, preferring to “kill” the squeak first, and only then would he turn his attention to trick or treat. He certainly knew how to prioritise!

You may remember earlier I mentioned Memphis “eyeballing” and giving the “whale eye”. I attended a Training session on dog body language and micro expressions at the Refuge, and the Trainer had used Memphis as an example. However, the more time I spent with Memphis, the more I’m convinced that his “eyeballing” and “whale eye” is actually part of his physiognomy…his eye sockets are just built that way, so that no matter what he was looking at, or what his mood, the whites of his eyes would always show, making him look soulful.

One incident with Memphis will remain forever etched in my mind. It was the day he was adopted. That morning, when I went to see him, he didn’t want to play fetch like he normally did. Instead, he seemed very content to just lie down on his bed with his head in my lap, and let me rub his tummy. He would glance up now and then and lick my face. I believed his doggy senses may have picked up something was afoot, and he just wanted cuddles to make the most of what time we had left together.

I missed seeing Memphis leaving the Refuge with his new furever family. But they have shared photos of his new life with them on the Refuge’s Facebook page. Memphis is very much loved by his new family. He goes to the dog beach, he loves the park, he’s made many new friends. His new “dad” even has Memphis’ name tattooed on his arm. He looks happy and well-adjusted, a far cry from the frightened dog not so many months ago.

I just wonder if they’ve discovered what he’s like with a squeaky toy. 

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Dog Observations: Memphis (Part 2)

Here, in Part 2 of 3 of my observations on a Refuge dog, as part of my coursework for the ISCP Diploma in Canine Psychology, I describe how I first made my acquaintance with Memphis. Part 3 tomorrow concludes my observations.

MY OBSERVATIONS:

When Memphis first arrived at the Refuge, I remember he was kept tucked away in a quieter part of the compound, where there was less human traffic. Even so, whenever I walked past his run, he would growl and bark at me. I noticed that he would always give me the whale eye. In the beginning, I knew nothing about Memphis’ history, but I could see that it was fear-aggression that was driving him to behave the way he was.

About a month after he first arrived, Memphis was transferred to the main Kennel compound, otherwise known as “General Population”, or “On The Floor”. This meant that he was in a prominent position for potential adopters to view him, and that his chances of being adopted were vastly improved.

It was about this time that I asked for permission to spend time with Memphis in his enclosure, as a Canine Carer. This permission was given informally, as it was generally felt that Memphis was not quite ready for human contact. He was still growling, barking and eyeballing visitors who stood outside his run.

I spent 2 days observing Memphis from outside his run. He would come up to the fence willingly, even wagging his tail, and he would take one or two treats out of my hands. And then, just as suddenly, his behaviour would change and he would back away, growling and barking at me. I continued with giving Memphis treats through the fence, and progressed until he would allow me to stroke his side and pat his head.

Then, I plucked up my courage and entered Memphis’ enclosure, from the inside. It was a big step for me, as there was a chance he would become aggressive towards me. To prepare for this, I had treats and a squeaky toy ready, as I’d been told he loved squeaky toys and playing fetch. I also had a tug toy ready, in case he liked to play tug too. Memphis greeted me in a friendly manner, took a treat from my hand, and got really excited at the sight of the squeaky toy. I sat down on his bed, and he willingly came up to me for a cuddle and pats. I threw the squeaky toy for him to fetch. He flew down the run after it, shook it in his mouth like a rat, brought it back to me and dropped it at my feet. Then he looked at me with anticipation, eyes bright and tongue lolling. I’d found his weakness.

I tried the tug toy as well, but Memphis clearly was a squeaky toy fiend. He could play fetch for hours if I had the time. His main objective, in all our sessions, was to “kill” the squeak out of the squeaky toy. His record was 30 seconds. I found myself digging through the donated toys buckets at the Refuge, trying to find a squeaky toy that would last more than one session with Memphis. Sadly, many perished along the way, until I discovered a Kong squeaky ball, where the squeak mechanism was buried in a less accessible place than the other cheaper toys. This red see-through ball lasted for many sessions, before it finally got “killed” by Memphis. He was such a fiend with the squeaks that sometimes he went through 2 or even 3 toys in a session. He seemed not to care that his enclosure run was relatively short, and he often had me cracking up with laughter when he ran into the end of his run, couldn’t stop in time, and ended up with his face squashed against the fence.

I tested Memphis out on squeaky plush toys too, to see if it was a combination of squeak and fetch that motivated him. Or whether it was just the squeak that stimulated him so much. One such toy, a large plush bunny with a squeak in its tummy and head, met its untimely demise within 1 minute of meeting Memphis. He disemboweled the poor thing and dug out its squeaks, scattering polyester filling all over his run. Once he’d bitten through the squeak mechanisms and silenced them forever, he declared himself sated, and came over for a cuddle and a scratch.

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Dog Observations: Memphis (Part 1)

(The following is a 3-parter, about my observations of a Refuge dog. This is part of my current coursework for the ISCP Diploma in Canine Psychology. I have taken out any information of a sensitive nature, for confidential reasons).

For this assignment, I’m using the example of Memphis, a dog from the Refuge where I volunteer. Memphis was adopted in November 2015, so this account is retrospective. At the Refuge, I’m a Dog Walker as well as a Canine Carer, however, at the time I got to know and work with Memphis, I had not been inducted as a Dog Walker yet, so my experience with him is based solely on what I observed as a Canine Carer.

I’ve taken and modified the ISCP’s Case History template, to better answer this question:

Date of sessions : September – November 2015

Number of sessions in total : 10

Name of the dog : Memphis

Breed : Rhodesian Ridgeback Cross

Age : 2

Gender : Male
Is the dog neutered/spayed? : Desexed

Length of time owned, or in rescue kennels : 3 months at the Refuge

Who is the main carer for the dog? : Kennel hands are the main carers. Volunteer Canine Carers are allowed to enter the kennel and and interact with the dog.

Are there any other animals living in the environment, or visiting regularly? If so, how does the dog respond/react to them? : Memphis’ kennel run is part of a larger building, consisting of 20 runs, 10 on each side connected by an inside corridor. Access by Staff and Volunteers is via the inside corridor. Visitors are able to view the dogs from the outside of the runs, on both sides of the building. At the time of these sessions with Memphis, the only dog in close proximity to him was Otto, a young mixed breed dog. Memphis and Otto could see and touch each other’s noses, if they stood on their hind legs and reached through the chain-link wire fence between their runs. In all my sessions with both Memphis and Otto, neither ever showed any aggression towards the other. Although, I did observe that when I was with Memphis, Otto would often jump up and down clamouring for my attention, sometimes vocalising; and when I was with Otto, Memphis would do likewise.

Amount of daily exercise, and where this occurs : All dogs at the Refuge get taken out for a walk and/or yard time every day. Depending on the number of volunteer Dog Walkers, sometimes the dogs could go out up to 3 times a day. Each walking session or yard time is between 30-45 minutes duration. If the weather is too warm, and temperatures reach 35 degrees or more, dogs are not to be walked, but can have extra time playing in the yard. The Refuge has a dozen yards, of varying sizes – some are modified for fence jumpers, some are smaller for small dogs, there’s also one large yard with agility obstacles such as ramps, weaving poles and hurdles.

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A New Perth

This week, in a flurry of publicity and media advertising, Perth officially opened its newest tourist destination, Betty’s Jetty. I mean Elizabeth Quay. 😄

The powers that be apparently felt it justifiable to spend AU$700,000 on changing the name of the Esplanade Rail and Bus terminals to Elizabeth Quay. This meant that, as the Esplanade was the main terminus for all Transperth bus and train services, every bus and train timetable was affected and had to be reprinted to reflect the change of name. Every train line that passed through the Esplanade also had to have new destination posters printed and the old ones removed from their walls, ditto every train station affected (what’s wrong with simply sticking the new name over the old one? It would have cost the taxpayer less money).

And so, Perth, Western Australia, has had a facelift. Tourists used to bemoan the fact that Perth, unlike her iconic sister Sydney, lacked a focal point for tourists.

Until now, that is. I don’t rightly know if a little pedestrian and cyclist bridge counts as a major landmark, compared to the size and majestic setting of the Sydney Opera House or the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Or if a smattering of eateries and a new venue for the annual Perth Fringe Festival count either.

I took my trusty mobile phone for a photowalk around Elizabeth Quay last week, after another hot and sweaty day at the Dogs’ Refuge. There was one part of Elizabeth Quay that did remind me of the walk around Sydney Opera House. Perhaps it was the series of stepped seating areas, the boardwalk, or the wavy curves of the new Ferry Terminal’s roof. It was lovely to see a ferry coming in to dock. It did remind me of my jaunt to the Sydney Opera House many, many years ago (25 years, to be exact – OMG, when did I get so OLD?!!), albeit on a much smaller scale.

Anyhow, here are some of the photos I took, so you can see what all the fuss is about. Sightseers are able to walk clockwise or counter-clockwise, it’s a more or less a circular walk. You could start from the Perth Bell Tower and walk clockwise, to end back at the Bell. Or, if you’re starting from the Esplanade sorry Elizabeth Quay train station, you could walk counter-clockwise, to the bridge and over to the Bell and back round to Elizabeth Quay. Below is a map I saw on a wall at the entrance gates.

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And here are the rest of my photos. Sadly, just as I was taking photos from the bridge, my mobile phone battery went dead 😕. So, apologies for the lack of photos after the bridge. I will have to make another trip there, I guess…

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My Lenormand Dogs

Last year, I created 17 decks of Lenormand divination cards, using only my trusty old workhorse, the Samsung Galaxy Note 4, and photo editing Apps. I had great fun creating these decks, which are available for sale through my eBay and Etsy stores. Just search for my username “AlyZen Moonshadow” and you’ll find me.

These decks are still selling quite well, not enough to sustain me or pay the bills, but enough so that I get pin money to buy things like books. Anyway, I never got into this Art thing to make money, but rather to challenge myself.

For those of you wondering what “Lenormand” divination cards are, (and yes, I’m VERY eclectic in my interests 😄), here are some links:

http://learnlenormand.com/lenormand-card-combinations-2/

http://lenormanddictionary.blogspot.com.au/p/helens-lenormand-dictionary.html?m=1

http://www.divinewhispers.net/apps/blog/show/14716898-so-you-want-to-learn-to-read-the-lenormand-resources-

And some good books on the subject, if this has piqued your interest:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Essential-Lenormand-Practical-Fortunetelling/dp/B00JN8D6RE/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1401965558&sr=8-2&keywords=lenormand+rana+george

http://www.amazon.com/The-Complete-Lenormand-Oracle-Handbook/dp/1620553252

Today I thought, seeing as I love dogs so much, I would share with you some of my Lenormand dogs.(I’ve put down the names of the deck the card belongs to, below each image, in the event you may wish to purchase a Lenormand deck for yourself).

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(The Moonshadow Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow. The model is my own dog, Shelagh)

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(The Modern Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow)

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(AlyZen’s Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow)

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(Diana+ Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow)

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(Geometrical Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow)

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(Olde Worlde Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow)

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(The Eclectic Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow)

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(The Mongrel Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow. Shelagh, my own dog features again)

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(The Pictorial Lenormand by AlyZen Moonshadow. This deck simply has images, not the numbers or words associated with the cards)

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(Lenormand Plain And Simple by AlyZen Moonshadow)

Not For Sale

Maybe back in the old days, say 20 years ago, I might have let myself be impressed by rich guys flaunting their wealth. I might have allowed myself the dubious pleasure of being a wannabe WAG of some hotshot businessman/celebrity/sportsman.

Fast forward 20 years and what seems like several lifetimes later, and faced with a similar situation very recently, I found myself laughing instead. One particular phrase of a famous Shania Twain song kept repeating itself in my head – 🎶🎶🎶”That don’t impress me much” 🎶🎶🎶

I’ll call him “Mr Bling” for the sake of anonymity, and to spare him embarrassment. I assure you however, that no matter how bombastic or larger than life some of my experiences may seem, they are, unless I have specifically stated otherwise, based on real experiences.

Mr Bling’s favourite word is “Loaded”, as in “Having plenty of money”. He drives a flash sportscar with individualised numberplates. I’ve given him the nickname “Mr Bling” because he loves wearing chunky gold jewellery around his neck and on his fingers, much like Mr T’s character B.A Baracus from “The A Team”.

I must be the most frustrating, infuriating and annoying potential amorous conquest Mr Bling has ever encountered. Not that I’m in any way interested in a booty call. But Mr Bling seems to think I’m “up for it”, and his lewd suggestions and hints back up his convictions.

The truth of the matter is, when Mr Bling brings out his huge … wad of cash, and slams it down on the table in front of me, and proclaims that he’s “loaded” and has “never wanted for cash”, “always carries around $10000”, and sleeps in his house with “around $38k in cash”, instead of impressing me, it just makes me think of all the homeless people and dogs he could have helped, if he donated that money instead of flaunting it in front of people.

He also believes that because other women swoon and fall at his feet when he throws his cash about, I’d be the same. But I just so happen to be that rare bird that can’t be bought.

Sorry, mate, you can wave your pieces of green, yellow, blue and pink coloured plastic paper all over the place and posture all you like, but🎶🎶🎶 that don’t impress me much 🎶🎶🎶.

Mr Bling thinks he can buy my love. Well, my love isn’t for sale at any price. I give it freely, but only to the few who deserve it. And certainly not to someone who thinks I should be at his beck and call, that I’ll drop everything for him just because he says so. Nope. There are things I have to do and I will do them first, I’m not compromising on my own life because you say so. You have no right to feel so entitled.

Okay, so you finally bought me that cup of coffee…after months of saying you would (what a tightwad! But then again, millionnaires don’t get rich by being generous with their money, right). But that doesn’t mean you’ve bought me. Not at all, matey!

You can’t impress me by showing off your material wealth, and if you even try doing that it just goes to prove that you know nothing about me. And if you, knowing nothing about me, don’t bother to try finding out what makes me tick, then you don’t deserve me.

I found these quotes on Google Images, that echo the sentiment that Money cannot buy Love. Enjoy!

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