May 29, 2009
Guru woke me up and got my day going early this morning, 3:00 AM, leaving me wondering why. There was no project in line for either the website or my memoirs. My morning routine was leisurely, finished off by sipping hot, comforting Yogi Tea and rich, wondrous vibrations while relaxing in view of the Golden Temple broadcast.
Until my dog started barking frantically in her dog run outside my office window.
I peeled back the curtain to see what the fuss was about. Cookie jumped up to the window ledge, happy to have my attention, and shot a worrisome gaze towards the farmyard. Looking out past the garden I saw THE DOG that killed our lamb, squatting commandingly in the very center of the meadow, scanning our farm for any sign of motion.
Grabbing my camera, I rushed out the door to get a photo as proof to show animal control authorities.
Once again, as soon as the dog and I locked eyes, he made his escape, this time taking off across the meadow to where the fence is bent low to cross the irrigation canal.
I raised my camera and shot two photos into the early dawn sky, my flash striking fencing, blinding the camera’s eye from anything in the darkness beyond.
That dog is not going to walk into a hamburger-baited cage trap, least of all during daylight. He wants the real thing and feels he owns the night space where he can have whatever he pleases.
He will be back, but it will take a night lense to catch him, or live bait.
Feeling God’s grace ever around me, I am remaining calm and practical to deal with this nuisance.
Thank God for the teachings of Siri Singh Sahibji that affirm women’s power.
Today’s “I Am a Women” quote:
Do you understand these four principles of a divine woman? Dress yourself gracefully, always utter graceful language, always feel that the creative Grace of God flows through you, and dedicate all your actions to God. All the scriptures say that a woman who can do these four things is nothing but divine, divine, divine, divine, divine, divine. You do not need liberation. You can create God. You created Jesus, you created Buddha, you created Rama, you created Krishna, you created Guru Nanak and you shall create everything. When God wants to come in the human form, he has to choose a woman. This position of yours can never be taken away from you. These are the four secrets and sacred principles for every woman to remember.
© The Teachings of Yogi Bhajan, July 4, 1977
Shortly after my sighting of the beast, sunlight began softly flooding the meadow. I went out to the garden and heard scrambling and whimpers coming from the lamb pen. Going over to investigate, I found a humbled family dog wearing a worn cloth collar cowering in the trap. Sure, he would have killed the Bantan hen and possibly the lamb if he had the chance. But it wasn’t the one. Minutes later animal control authorities showed up to retrieve the trap for the weekend and took the dog away to the pound.
We talked. I told him I had never seen this dog before, but did see the dog that killed our lamb, waiting for his chance to grab another meal, and admitted that he is truly gorgeous, that even I would be happy to own such a beautiful dog, but that his owner must be made accountable.
The animal control agent agreed and assured me, “We will leave the trap outside your fence until all stray dogs around here are caught, for however long it takes.”
I thanked him and added, “It will take more than that to catch the lamb killer, who thinks he owns this place. You could try placing a baited clam trap at his command post in the center of the meadow! That might work.”
He agreed, in principle.
Later today I invited Griz, our friendly unofficial foreman, to secure the farmyard. We walked around its perimeter testing every stretch of fencing, deciding where to re-enforce, where to stake, where to lay boards to prevent digging and where to pound in steel posts to stop dogs from climbing over sagging fences.
Griz replaced a board in the wooden gate from where our prize doe was killed. He nailed and wired the fence to the post from where our Baby Doll lamb and Bantam hen were slaughtered, and boarded over the eight-inch section of torn-up fence from where we lost Lovely Lady, our turkey, and Tiska, our friendliest chicken, as well as Stormy, the only chicken ever born here.
When the yard is deemed safe, ducks and geese will have a pond and new home with their goslings and ducklings in the lamb’s pen, chickens will nest and roost again in the chicken coop and our friendly Satin Angora rabbit bucks will have the run of farmyard. A new mama rabbit, to be received soon, and her future baby bunnies will browse in the shade of an apple tree in their inpenatrable pen behind our shed.
Only then, along with securing a trusted caretaker, will I be able to attend Solstice in peace.
Guru’s words on this day do not portend well for the uncaring owners of ravenous, stray dogs:
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