Laron
QHHT & Past Life Regression
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Creator of transients.info & The Roundtable
Feel free to share any story you like, about a canine, and it could be anything. It may be a friends dog. It could be a dog you met on the street. It might be your dog.
I came across this picture I posted on Facebook a while back.
That's a Caucasian Shepherd. They're a large breed of dog that's popular in Russia, Armenia, Azerbaijan, and Georgia — extremely popular in Georgia.
I then thought to myself, "Why not create a thread to share our experiences with the canines of the world."
And here it is.
I've never owned a dog, but I have dreams to do so when the situation is right. I recall Stargazers two dogs, which I think may be huskies, if that memory of mine serves me correctly — that's unless the Mandela effect has come into play!
A husky is what I have always wanted, and perhaps a border collie.
Huskies. Image Source: Flickr
Scottish Border Collie.
I placed the thread here under the Health, Somatics & Psychological Well-being board because dogs provide not just companionship, entertainment for the kids, protection, and sniffing out bombs and drugs, but can heal in many different ways.
So let me tell you my story.
Ever since I was a child I've been coming to our family cabin, which we call a bach in New Zealand. It's situated in a national park here in New Zealand, right next to a beach with open coast. There is only one way in and it's only accessible when the tide is out. No power or plumbing, so water has to be carried from a waterfall, about a four minute walk away. Another 30 minute walk leads one to a seal colony, as well as a site where the indigenous Maori once had a settlement.
So before reaching that spot, there's a car park and then you hike in for about 30 minutes. Near there is a spiritual community where people purchase property in the same area and join together now and again, so tend to be like-minded folk. Up on the hill is a house with the head of a dragon, a kind of statue that looks out over the area.
So ever since I was a child, I saw that dragon, and still do today.
I'm getting to the point, I just had to fill in that history!
So my father used to have a dog that was named exactly the same as this community I mentioned above. She was about three or four when I saw her last. Here's a photo I took of her 3 years ago, so she would be around 6 or 7 now.
We got on well. I would take her for walks along the beach and play fetch with her at the wharf where she would keenly jump off into the water.
Well, when she was around four or five, my father had to give her away for personal reasons. I wasn't there at the time, so I couldn't say goodbye.
I heard he had given her to someone with a mental disability, which I thought sounded like a great owner.
About six months on I learnt that the person she was now with lived in the house in that community I mentioned earlier, which had the dragons head. I was really happy and somewhat surprised to hear that.
Every time I return to the bach, I see that dragon and will be reminded of her. I may even visit one day and say hello.
It's now time to tell your story.
I came across this picture I posted on Facebook a while back.
That's a Caucasian Shepherd. They're a large breed of dog that's popular in Russia, Armenia, Azerbaijan, and Georgia — extremely popular in Georgia.
I then thought to myself, "Why not create a thread to share our experiences with the canines of the world."
And here it is.
I've never owned a dog, but I have dreams to do so when the situation is right. I recall Stargazers two dogs, which I think may be huskies, if that memory of mine serves me correctly — that's unless the Mandela effect has come into play!
A husky is what I have always wanted, and perhaps a border collie.
Huskies. Image Source: Flickr
Scottish Border Collie.
I placed the thread here under the Health, Somatics & Psychological Well-being board because dogs provide not just companionship, entertainment for the kids, protection, and sniffing out bombs and drugs, but can heal in many different ways.
So let me tell you my story.
Ever since I was a child I've been coming to our family cabin, which we call a bach in New Zealand. It's situated in a national park here in New Zealand, right next to a beach with open coast. There is only one way in and it's only accessible when the tide is out. No power or plumbing, so water has to be carried from a waterfall, about a four minute walk away. Another 30 minute walk leads one to a seal colony, as well as a site where the indigenous Maori once had a settlement.
So before reaching that spot, there's a car park and then you hike in for about 30 minutes. Near there is a spiritual community where people purchase property in the same area and join together now and again, so tend to be like-minded folk. Up on the hill is a house with the head of a dragon, a kind of statue that looks out over the area.
So ever since I was a child, I saw that dragon, and still do today.
I'm getting to the point, I just had to fill in that history!
So my father used to have a dog that was named exactly the same as this community I mentioned above. She was about three or four when I saw her last. Here's a photo I took of her 3 years ago, so she would be around 6 or 7 now.
We got on well. I would take her for walks along the beach and play fetch with her at the wharf where she would keenly jump off into the water.
Well, when she was around four or five, my father had to give her away for personal reasons. I wasn't there at the time, so I couldn't say goodbye.
I heard he had given her to someone with a mental disability, which I thought sounded like a great owner.
About six months on I learnt that the person she was now with lived in the house in that community I mentioned earlier, which had the dragons head. I was really happy and somewhat surprised to hear that.
Every time I return to the bach, I see that dragon and will be reminded of her. I may even visit one day and say hello.
It's now time to tell your story.
