I learn a lot of stuff from my dogs. I have two. Big dog and Little dog. They are wise little guru’s who constantly amaze and amuse me. Their lessons are sometimes subtle and sometimes not.
For instance, they have taught me to take a break when I get too busy with my writing. Usually they do that by nudging my hand off the key board or jumping onto my laptop to remind me they need my undivided love and attention. Subtle.
If that doesn’t work, they’ll knock something over or puke on the rug. Not so subtle.
They have taught me about unconditional love. I can scold them and send them to a time out over some infraction and mere seconds later they will greet me as if I am the Sun itself, come to bring light and warmth into their day.
And just the other night they taught me all about the power of instant manifestation.
I have been a student of the law of attraction for many years and understand the importance of getting clear and staying focused on the end result in order to bring about whatever it is you are hoping to manifest. What you think about your bring about, right? All the books say so.
So I was cuddled on the couch watching the latest season of Grey’s Anatomy (all pleasure, no guilt) . I’d made a big bowl of popcorn and had been sharing a few pieces with Big and Little. After some time (which may or may not have involved the binge watching of 3 consecutive episodes) I heard something strange coming from the kitchen. Pausing the TV I listened. Sure enough, there is was again. A soft and persistent growling sound. Big dog was sleeping at my feet so I knew it must be the Little one.
I found him in the kitchen. He was laying on the floor, chin on the ground, staring unblinkingly at his water dish. It was bone dry. He growled as he stared, never moving his gaze away from the offending dish. And like the master manifestor that he is, that dish was filled nearly instantly (or as quickly as I could get it done).
Brilliant, I thought! What a great metaphor for my own manifesting efforts. Little dog knew what he wanted. He focused completely on what he hoped the outcome to be. Never blinking, and growling softly, he was able to get that bowl filled as if by magic. Good puppy. Smart puppy.
I watched as he drank his fill, then, chin dribbling, made his way back to the living room. Big dog was sitting there waiting. He was looking mighty guilty about something.
Then I saw the empty popcorn bowl.
Turns out Big Dog is a pretty great manifestor himself. As I stared at the dog drool on the bowl, he skirted around me and a moment later I heard his big, loud drinky sounds. All of that popcorn had apparently made him pretty thirsty.
Another lesson learned. Teamwork makes everything easier.