Allora, as I am sitting here thinking of beautiful thoughts that makes my body tingles, my thoughts suddenly changed to beutiful memories of animals.....
Ahhh the most innocent thoughts, the most joyful heavenly creations this planet inhibits....
I was thinking off all the animals I have had and cared for, most of all of them had identity crisises because they acted like children, I have never baught a pet in my life, somehow they just chose me and followed me around.
I can remember my little dog called Gizmo, he was a pikineze, I called him Gizmo after the cute gremlin on the film 'Gremlins'. I can remember the first sight of him, he was so tiny but too beautiful, when he saw me he jumped up and down, he was so happy to see me almost like he saw his long lost mother for the first time. He scared me a bit, he didnt want to leave me alone, the morning after my friends told me to take him home because he was depressed after I wanted to leave, he was sitting staring at me while I was sleeping, not licking my face to get up, no he was just sitting and staring deep into my face, when I woke up I had a shock because it was not normal animal behaviour. Ahhhh he loved going shopping for his toys, he loved having a bath, he insisted having his hair blown dry, he loved the wind and when he was on my lap or bed nobody could come close or enter, if that was the case he became an evil dangerous gremlyn, he was really over protective. Shame , as he grew older he would sit on my lap while I was getting ready for an event by my dressing table, he would look at me in the mirror then turn his head looking at me again, then he would look at himself, stare back at me with sad eyes almost as if asking me when he was going to look human like me. Ahhhh shame, it broke my heart but I was no fairy godmother or Gepetto.
My pigeon Noah, he was strange. I was peaceful doing work in my study and this pigeon just flew into my house. I was confused, so I tried to chase him back outside again with my broom, ehehehehe it must have looked rediculous, I spent two hours chasing this bird from room to room with my broom. eventually I said out load to the pigeon 'fine stay, but dont poohp anywhere', the pigeon then flew right over me and poophed on my head, uffff I was really upset. finally he left. The next morning he came back, I chased him around again with my broom and eventually decided just to leave him. As I was minding my own business and walking from and to other sections of the house he followed me, when I sat in the livingroom he would just stay there where I was. Very strange pigeon. Allora, so the bird flew out every night and returned every morning to see what I was doing. Eventually I got used to this bird, named him Noah and baught him food. uhahahahaha I remember the one day he came in with another pigeon, I think it was his girlfriend and it really looked like he wanted approval. All I said out loud to Noah was 'dont let her poohp on me or anywhere'. The next day Noah returned single.
Just before I flew to Italy I told Noah 'Noah, you must find another home, I will leave your food outside but you cannot enter the house', he 'krrrrred' back at me.
While I was in hotel Rio in Milan, I woke up one morning, my window was open and here came flying in Noah, he came to visit me in Italy, he was fatter, he probably hung around the tourists at the Duomo.
He finally found a family. He flew in sitting on the desk for a while then he flew around me and left. I never saw him again but I know that he is probably in Milan somewhere with his fellow pigeons and he probably fell in love with some Italian pigeon, probably got married on the Duomo steps and built himself a nest close to the Duomo in a tree. Strange bird.
My other animals well, larger animals I had a very close relationship with, looking after animals are not easy, its like looking after a child, a child that never grows up. I prefer keeping those memories to myself right now because I am still grieving. I dont want to start crying right now.
When you spend a large amount of time with animals you start to comunicate with them through feeling. Animals are very intelligent, the can see right through your soul, they can feel what type of person you are and they can feel your wants as well as needs. Sometimes when I felt sad or lonely my pet at the time would just surround me with kisses and fluffy hugs, joy as well as playfulness, if that didnt want to work the animal would adopt my mood and that drove me crazy, I prefer my animals happy, so if they feel sad I make a plan to make them happy even if it meant changing my own mood.
Animals are truly beautiful creations. To have a bond with an animal is a feeling that is fulfilling and priceless. No amount of money can buy the joy and happiness an animal brings to your life.
Ok thats me for now.....
Have a beautiful day
Amore Sempre
Ahhh the most innocent thoughts, the most joyful heavenly creations this planet inhibits....
I was thinking off all the animals I have had and cared for, most of all of them had identity crisises because they acted like children, I have never baught a pet in my life, somehow they just chose me and followed me around.
I can remember my little dog called Gizmo, he was a pikineze, I called him Gizmo after the cute gremlin on the film 'Gremlins'. I can remember the first sight of him, he was so tiny but too beautiful, when he saw me he jumped up and down, he was so happy to see me almost like he saw his long lost mother for the first time. He scared me a bit, he didnt want to leave me alone, the morning after my friends told me to take him home because he was depressed after I wanted to leave, he was sitting staring at me while I was sleeping, not licking my face to get up, no he was just sitting and staring deep into my face, when I woke up I had a shock because it was not normal animal behaviour. Ahhhh he loved going shopping for his toys, he loved having a bath, he insisted having his hair blown dry, he loved the wind and when he was on my lap or bed nobody could come close or enter, if that was the case he became an evil dangerous gremlyn, he was really over protective. Shame , as he grew older he would sit on my lap while I was getting ready for an event by my dressing table, he would look at me in the mirror then turn his head looking at me again, then he would look at himself, stare back at me with sad eyes almost as if asking me when he was going to look human like me. Ahhhh shame, it broke my heart but I was no fairy godmother or Gepetto.
My pigeon Noah, he was strange. I was peaceful doing work in my study and this pigeon just flew into my house. I was confused, so I tried to chase him back outside again with my broom, ehehehehe it must have looked rediculous, I spent two hours chasing this bird from room to room with my broom. eventually I said out load to the pigeon 'fine stay, but dont poohp anywhere', the pigeon then flew right over me and poophed on my head, uffff I was really upset. finally he left. The next morning he came back, I chased him around again with my broom and eventually decided just to leave him. As I was minding my own business and walking from and to other sections of the house he followed me, when I sat in the livingroom he would just stay there where I was. Very strange pigeon. Allora, so the bird flew out every night and returned every morning to see what I was doing. Eventually I got used to this bird, named him Noah and baught him food. uhahahahaha I remember the one day he came in with another pigeon, I think it was his girlfriend and it really looked like he wanted approval. All I said out loud to Noah was 'dont let her poohp on me or anywhere'. The next day Noah returned single.
Just before I flew to Italy I told Noah 'Noah, you must find another home, I will leave your food outside but you cannot enter the house', he 'krrrrred' back at me.
While I was in hotel Rio in Milan, I woke up one morning, my window was open and here came flying in Noah, he came to visit me in Italy, he was fatter, he probably hung around the tourists at the Duomo.
He finally found a family. He flew in sitting on the desk for a while then he flew around me and left. I never saw him again but I know that he is probably in Milan somewhere with his fellow pigeons and he probably fell in love with some Italian pigeon, probably got married on the Duomo steps and built himself a nest close to the Duomo in a tree. Strange bird.
My other animals well, larger animals I had a very close relationship with, looking after animals are not easy, its like looking after a child, a child that never grows up. I prefer keeping those memories to myself right now because I am still grieving. I dont want to start crying right now.
When you spend a large amount of time with animals you start to comunicate with them through feeling. Animals are very intelligent, the can see right through your soul, they can feel what type of person you are and they can feel your wants as well as needs. Sometimes when I felt sad or lonely my pet at the time would just surround me with kisses and fluffy hugs, joy as well as playfulness, if that didnt want to work the animal would adopt my mood and that drove me crazy, I prefer my animals happy, so if they feel sad I make a plan to make them happy even if it meant changing my own mood.
Animals are truly beautiful creations. To have a bond with an animal is a feeling that is fulfilling and priceless. No amount of money can buy the joy and happiness an animal brings to your life.
Ok thats me for now.....
Have a beautiful day
Amore Sempre
