You’re not God

A dog lives with its owner. It is groomed, petted, fed and played with. The dog thinks, “Wow! My owner must be God!”

A cat lives with its owner. It is groomed, petted, fed and played with. The cat thinks, “Wow! I must be God!”

Now I understand.

You are a cat. You think like a cat.

I am a dog. I think like a dog.

Either way…

You are not God

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sensitive

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MountainWings       A MountainWings Moment
#1204          Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Sensitive
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I bought an ultrasonic dog repeller.

It looks like a garage door opener remote control.
A red light lights up when the button is pressed.

My wife, whom I affectionately call Puddin, is terrified of
dogs.  This device would make it easier for her to walk in the
neighborhood without worrying about dogs.  If a dog comes close
to her, she points the device at them and presses the button.

The device emits an extremely high pitched and annoying sound
that humans can’t hear, only dogs.  It won’t hurt the dog, but
sounds like a loud siren to dogs and the person can’t hear it.

Ahhh, the power of technology. . .

We were leaving in the van with the two kids as I opened the
package.  I proudly showed my wife the device and explained how
it worked.

I pressed the button to show her the light and to forever rid
her of her fear of dogs bothering her in the neighborhood.

“Oww!” she said, “that thing makes too much noise.”

“You can’t hear this, only dogs can.  It just psychological that
you think you can hear it when you see the red light go on.
See, the kids didn’t hear anything and neither did I,” I said.

“But I can hear it, it makes a loud buzzing sound that hurts my
ears,” Puddin insisted.

We argued back and forth, I was trying to tell Puddin that she
couldn’t possibly hear it.  The pitch was far too high for human
ears.  Neither of the boys, ages 2 and 5, could hear it and I
couldn’t hear a peep out of the device.

Being a scientist, I thought I would prove to Puddin once and
for all that it was all in her head that she could hear the
device.  I took a sheet of paper and placed it over the device.
Puddin would not be able to see the light when it turned on.

No light, no seeing me press the button, no psychological
feeling of the buzzing, my point would be made.

I held the device under the paper and waited a considerable
time.  Then while Puddin’s mind had drifted to other things I
pressed the button.

“Oww!” Puddin hollered.

Puddin could hear the dog repeller!

What in the world?

This was not supposed to be but it was irrefutable proof that
she could hear what people were not supposed to hear.

That incident made me realize a phenomenon in the physical that
also exists in the mental and spiritual.  Some people are simply
far more sensitive to some things.

MountainWings goes out each day to over a million people.
It is always interesting how a story that everyone else loves
will strike one person in a totally negative way.  For various
reasons, there will be something that they are sensitive to that
no one else can hear.  Jokes are especially prone to this more
than any other.  When they read the same issue that everyone
else loves,

“Oww!!!”

MountainWings.com has taught me a lot about sensitivity.

There is much publicity about physical abuse.  Battered wives
and children fill our news reports.  Yet, there are areas more
sensitive than our flesh to abuse, the areas of emotions and
spirit.  Words often hit harder than a fist.

We say things to others that we are not sensitive to, but they
hear with a loud pain.  Often, it is something that we say in
fun, yet it knocks the wind out of the other person.

Like Puddin, you may not think they can hear a painful sound,
but the sound hurts.  The difference with words is that the pain
doesn’t stop when the words stop.  It can echo within the soul
for years.  Relationships between spouses, parents and children,
co-workers, even church folk, can be broken with a sound of
harsh words that the sensitive hears.

Before you lash out at someone, blindly criticize them, or talk
down to them, remember, they may hear in your words things that
you cannot.

They may sensitive, be careful when you press the button.

~A MountainWings Original~

puppy size

PUPPY SIZE

“Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We’ve been back to this
animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started
all of this,” the mother told the volunteer.

“What is it she keeps asking for?” the volunteer asked.

“Puppy size!” replied the mother.

“Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that’s what she’s looking for.”

“I know…we have seen most of them,” the Mom said in frustration…

Just then Danielle came walking into the office.

“Well, did you find one?” asked her Mom. “No, not this time,”

Danielle said with sadness in her voice. “Can we come back on the weekend?”

“You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there’s always a
supply,” the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. “Don’t worry,
I’ll find one this weekend,” she said.

Over the next few days, both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her.
They both felt she was being too particular.

“It’s this weekend or we’re not looking any more,” Dad finally said in
frustration.

“We don’t want to hear anything more about puppy size either,” Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By
now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that
housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, Mom sat in the small waiting
room at the end of the first row of cages.

There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times
when visitors weren’t permitted. Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage,
kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were
brought out and she held each one. One by one she said, “Sorry, you’re not
the one.”

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The
volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and
held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

“Mom, that’s it! I found the right puppy! He’s the one! I know it!” she
screamed with joy. “It’s the puppy size!”

“But it’s the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few
weeks,” Mom said.

“No not size —- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,” she
said.

“Don’t you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love
depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!”

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn’t know whether to
laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of
both.

“Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work
and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it
sighed when I held it in my arms,” she said. Then holding the puppy up close
to her face she said, “Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!”

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I
not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a
sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot
day. They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will
be surprised at what you hear. “Life is not measured by the breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath.

– Author Unknown

A Very Important Lesson

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MountainWings       A MountainWings Moment
#8028          Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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A Very Important Lesson
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Three years ago, I adopted a purebred Sheltie from a rescue
shelter. His name was Buster. He had bad teeth and his fur
stuck out no matter what. I didn’t care. He was my dog. He had
a few owners in his life, and I promised him that I would
never give him up, no matter what. Earlier this year, we found
out Buster had an enlarged heart. The vet gave him six to
eighteen months.

Buster was having seizures that were probably causing brain
damage. Last Friday night, he had a seizure and cracked his
head against the sofa. He couldn’t walk after that. He kept
bumping into walls and experienced constant bowel movements and
vomiting. My dog was gone. Buster was no longer there. His body
was walking around, but that was all. I decided he needed to be
put to sleep.

He went to sleep on December 21, 2007, less than a month
before his ninth birthday. I feel his absence keenly. I
sincerely hope and pray dogs do get into heaven. After all,
D-O-G is G-O-D spelled backward.

Buster had no worries at all. He knew that I would feed him
and water him in a timely manner and that I would take care
of him no matter what. In return, he gave me his loyalty and
undying love.

He taught me a very important lesson:

This is what God wants from us.

I feel awed that such a simple creature could teach so
valuable a lesson with deeds and not words. I already loved
God with all my heart, without reservation, and followed him.
And now, I love God even more than I thought possible.

~A MountainWings Original by Michael Dowds, Peyton, Colorado~

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Why Dogs Don’t Live As Long As People

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MountainWings       A MountainWings Moment
#7016          Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Why Dogs Don’t Live As Long As People
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Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-
old Irish Wolfhound named Belker.  The dog’s owners, Ron, his
wife Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very much
attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer.  I told the
family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to
perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it
would be good the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure.
They felt as though Shane might learn something from the
experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s
family surrounded him.  Shane seemed so calm, petting the old
dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was
going on.

Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.  The
little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any
difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering
aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than
human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him.  What came out of his mouth next
stunned me.  I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said,

“People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life
like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”

The four-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do
that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

~Author Unknown~

Buttons, Bills and a diary

Last night I wrote my last entry on my current diary. I read most of my previous entries. It has been a great and wonderful past few months. The good thing is I remember everything that happened without all the emotions I had when those were written. This vacation would be an avalanche or lava flow of emotions if I still feel them.

I need a new diary. I think it would be a gigantic one this time. Again, the need for that 7″ laptop is staring me in the face. It is only the 1st of August (yup, I just looked. It’s July 31st). I’ve had that diary for a while now. I have been very lazy. I would normally have 2 or 3 diaries a year. No, I am not a busy girl ;p.

I just write everything there. I write not just everything I need to do or everything I need to remember but everything including lesson plans, maps/ sketches, even things no one should ever read if they want to keep their sanity. I write what I eat where so I would remember never to go back there and what I wear even my hairstyles sometimes ;p.

I wish I had pictures there, too. I take it with me everywhere so a heavy one is not a good idea. Plus, I have thrown it so many times I’m surprised it is still intact. I think the only thing I haven’t done to it is run it over or bury it or burn it. Well, I haven’t really washed it my in the washing machine or put it in the freezer like what usually happens to the remote control (to stop addiction or I just keep forgetting ^^). I haven’t cooked my diary or grilled it or baked it.

I have plans today. I couldn’t write it anywhere so I should get going and do it or it will be lost and forever forgotten.

I woke up wanting to drive back home. I am very bored now. I love blogging but my ass doesn’t. At home, I’d probably be doing the same things, watch TV and blog. There’s just one big difference, I would be with the one who loves me unconditionally and appreciates the fact that I am there. Oh! and probably for as long as he lives, til death do us part.

I want to get my new glasses and new lenses, too. It’s been days. I think i’m going green or purple.

I called the vet yesterday. He is worried. I want to pick my dog up from the vet. The vet said he has been perfect (no barking even when put in the cage). Jake hasn’t been eating. He is 8.46 kilograms when I left him. Losing weight would be good for him.The problem is I love that he is fat and has got the biggest belly button ever. He’s got an outie.

I also wanted to have the car checked. We had a car accident coming here (not my car). The back left tire peeled. We were on the expressway. Speed limit is 100 kmph. That speed limit is the minimum. They drive like crazy here (I like that). The shoulder didn’t really have enough space for anyone to change the tires. We had to call the insurance company and let someone else do it.

Also, I need to update my bank book. Since most of my bills are automatically deducted, I do not need to worry about my bills. Though my bills for my new apartment is still in the mailbox (and it’s been three months), they call and send messages about my bills and the bank account. All I need to do is make a phonecall and everything will be all right.  I love that about living here. You can do almost everything just pressing a few buttons.

There. Laundry will be done in a few hours. I just pressed a few buttons.

That bank thingy, I don’t have to go. I am just too lazy to press buttons for it. I would love to actually see/read/know where my money went for the last 3 months. Maybe, I should also change my mailing address. My friend keeps my statements for me. I wish I could press a few buttons for those changes. Talking to someone who do not speak English about those things needs a few whiskey shots and it’s only 11ish am and I will have to drive and park. I need a thinking car with buttons to drive and park!!!

I do press the wrong buttons sometimes. It’s hilarious when it happens. Often it’s my BF’s ;p. No wonder we just need to read each other now hahahahaha.

Anyway, I’m pressing the eject button.

barbie doll

I had a barbie doll when I was a kid. She was a pretty doll. She had blond hair and blue eyes. There were other barbie dolls then. The others had darker hair or darker skin. They also had other hairstyles. Mine had really long hair. She had arms and legs I could bend, too. I loved playing with her hair the most. I thought she was a perfect doll.

I did not like those other dolls that are scary and big! They got big eyes, big hair and big, fat shoes! Oh! and they wear gowns and dresses that had petticoats (or maybe there was a man under there). Barbie wears high heels and has a collection of clothes and accessories. Those other dolls are like trophy dolls, you can’t really play with them. They sit and stay somewhere just staring at you.

I also played with paper dolls. My cousin (I hate her so much I wish she’s dead!!! – another post why) , my aunt (she is just 8 years older than me – I’d write about her later) and I would cut out paper dolls, draw their faces and design (cut and color) their clothes and accessories. We made paper doll houses, too. Those were wonderful and great memories.

My barbie doll was short lived. She was chewed by the family dogs. I’m not sure if it was Lady or Rambo who ripped her apart. I’m glad they did or else the ideas and thoughts that could have shaped my young mind would be so distorted and dysfunctional.

I believe a barbie doll wants you to think you want to be like her and maybe, do what she does/did. There was a popular craze about the events in her life back then. I think she got married and had kids, poor girl ;p.

It is very much like those people we see on TV now. Thank God I’m off the TV addiction – it is just now an entertainer much like the PC. I got a life I live outside the house, I think hahahaha (I end up almost everyday in front of the TV or PC). I hate the sun so going out in the afternoon is not going to be a pleasant experience for me.

I never thought I would write about barbie. I thought I wanted to be like her. I believe she is a smart girl until Ken showed up. She got almost everything she wanted and needed. She had everything going well. Yeah, I hated the idea that she needed someone else and had to conform with the norms.

The appearance of Ken I think had a lot to do with the gender stereotypes. Women should get married and have kids someday. Women should be like this and like that. This brain washing started when you and I were young.  I’m not so sure if my barbie cooked. Mine was a party girl but her time was up. She had to start dating.

So, yeah, I have to go through the same events. I am dating without these ideas or maybe, I’m just refusing to accept the social norms (gender roles and biases). I never thought I would get married or have kids. I just wanted my own house, my own car, a decent job which I like and of course, a dog.

I wonder how old barbie is now. I wonder what she really thinks. I wonder if she really liked Ken. There were no other options unless she is into other Barbie dolls ;p.

I think there were other men later for the other barbie dolls. I don’t know.

Our dogs saved me from all those crappy ideas.