A Dream of Boundaries and Unexpected Paths

A Dream of Boundaries and Unexpected Paths

This morning, I had a vivid dream that rushed back to me after I stepped outside. It started with my neighbor selling a piece of land we’d been trying to buy. Someone built a big purple house on it, facing my direction instead of the street, and I remember feeling annoyed that we missed out on that opportunity.

Then, I noticed kids cutting through my yard and my neighbor Mr. T.’s yard, playing in the street. We both fussed at them for crossing our properties. That’s when I saw the new mailbox and house, and I asked Mr. T. why he sold the land. He said he only sold a piece of it, and the house — pretty but purplish-blue — had been built there.

Later in the dream, I ended up helping one of the kids, taking them to a big complex that felt like a school. Edwin was with me, helping every step of the way. While trying to ensure the child got inside safely, I asked to speak with management. At first, they refused, but after some persistence, they found someone for me. The strangest part? They unexpectedly offered me a job — a role that seemed to carry a lot of responsibility. I wasn’t looking for a job, much less something like that, and I woke up feeling confused.

Reflecting on the Dream:

This dream really feels like a message wrapped in emotions and symbols. The land sale and the house might represent missed opportunities or things happening outside my control. The kids cutting through my yard could symbolize boundaries being crossed — whether that’s emotional, spiritual, or physical.

Helping the child and navigating the complex made me think about how naturally I step into a protective role, even when it’s unexpected. And the job offer? Maybe it hints at opportunities I haven’t seen coming yet — a sign that sometimes life nudges us toward new paths, even when we aren’t actively seeking them.

In my waking life, I’m struggling with balancing my desire to work part-time with wanting to be there for my grandkids. My heart wants to help, so they don’t have to go to daycare or be with strangers. But at the same time, my kids are grown, and I shouldn’t have to put my life on hold. Maybe this dream is my spirit wrestling with that balance — standing my ground, protecting what matters, and figuring out what my next step should be.

Life has a way of showing us things we need to see, even in our dreams. I’m still sorting through what this one means for me, but I know one thing: my heart is being pulled toward both protection and purpose, and I trust that the right path will become clear.

Have you ever had a dream that made you stop and reflect on where life is pulling you?

Exploring the Meaning Behind My Dream: The Chickens, the Man, and the Fear

Exploring the Meaning Behind My Dream: The Chickens, the Man, and the Fear

Last night, I had a powerful dream that’s been on my mind ever since. In it, I saw eight dead white chickens lined up in a half-circle on someone else’s porch, with three or four live chickens walking around nearby. The sight of the dead chickens left me feeling unsettled, and I called my son, David, to come over and see what I had discovered. As we looked, I noticed a mysterious man inside the house, his arm visible through cracks in the door or window. The moment I saw him, fear washed over me, and without hesitation, David and I ran away from the scene.

At first, I didn’t understand the depth of this dream, but after reflecting on it, I began to uncover its meaning. The dead chickens and the eerie scene on someone else’s porch sparked a sense of unease, and I realized that this dream is connected to emotions I’ve been processing—fear of external challenges, concerns for others, and a deep need for support.

Here’s what I believe my dream might be telling me:

1. External Concerns and Challenges: The fact that the chickens were on someone else’s porch suggests that the worries in my life might not be directly tied to me but are affecting me emotionally. I might be aware of external problems or challenges that feel unsettling, even if I’m not directly involved. It reminds me of being impacted by things that happen outside of my immediate space or control.

2. Empathy and a Need for Support: When I called David to help me understand the situation, it showed my instinct to turn to family for support. It highlights my deep need for reassurance, especially when things feel uncertain or scary. I’m reminded that I’m not alone in facing challenges.

3. Hidden Fears or Threats: The mysterious man visible only through cracks might symbolize hidden fears or unresolved issues. It suggests that there may be things in my life—either external or internal—that I’m only partially aware of or haven’t fully confronted yet. The fear I felt when I saw him might reflect my anxieties about things I don’t yet understand or can’t control.

4. Symbolism of Separation and Boundaries: The fact that the porch wasn’t mine indicates a sense of detachment or separation from the issues at hand. It’s a reminder that while I may witness struggles or be affected by them, they may not belong to me directly. I need to recognize the difference between my responsibilities and the boundaries I need to set.

Emotional Impact and Reflection:

This dream stirred a lot of emotions—fear, uncertainty, and a desire for protection. It brought to light my instincts to help others, even when I’m not sure how to intervene. I’m learning to recognize my limits and focus on what I can control while also protecting my peace.

Reflecting on the dream has reminded me of the importance of emotional boundaries and trusting the support of my loved ones. It also encourages me to pay attention to external forces or hidden issues in my life that may need attention or resolution.

Has anyone else had dreams that brought up emotions you didn’t realize you were carrying? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Dream Interpretation: A Journey of Protection, Faith, and Abundance

Dream Interpretation: A Journey of Protection, Faith, and Abundance

Last night, I had a dream that left me with so many thoughts and emotions. It started in a corridor, surrounded by buildings, where I was walking on top of cars without a care, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was going to be scolded for it. The dream then shifted to a fire marshal and firemen coming through, inspecting for fire hazards. They found an excessive amount of toilet paper under a house — something I’d stored because my home was overflowing with it. I explained, "We shop at Costco; we always stock up on everything."

The dream then moved to a cousin’s house, where a child started a fire in a field. I quickly jumped into action, trying to put it out, recognizing the risk it posed. But as the fire grew, I couldn’t stop it completely. Eventually, I found myself back in the building, talking to a lady and then a gentleman who asked if it leaked in the shared living room. My response was sarcastic: "It floods out here." The conversation drifted, but something on a cabinet caught my eye — a plaque with the number 100, glowing with goldish numbers on a dark background.

The number 100 stood out so clearly that I woke up with it on my mind. I prayed for clarity, and as I reflected, I felt like there was a deeper message in all of it. Here's what I think God was revealing to me:

The dream was a reminder of my role as a protector and provider for my family. The feeling of walking on cars without consequence suggests that I’m navigating through life’s obstacles with faith, even when I fear judgment. The fire hazard warnings and the excessive toilet paper under the house remind me that preparation is key — spiritually and emotionally. Just as I stock up on toilet paper, I am trying to ensure my family is spiritually covered and cared for, especially in uncertain times. The fire in the field that I tried to stop is a reflection of my desire to shield my loved ones from any risk, even when things start to get out of control.

The number 100 felt like a promise from God. It represents completion, abundance, and fulfillment — reminding me that my prayers are heard, and that I am on the path to seeing God's promises come to fruition. It's a reminder that even when things seem overwhelming, God is at work and His blessings are on the way.

I believe this dream was an affirmation of my prayers for protection, peace, and abundance for my family. It reminds me that I am not alone in this journey and that God sees every effort, every step, and every prayer. The dream encouraged me to keep my faith strong, knowing that God is fulfilling His promises.

As I reflect on this, I am reminded to continue praying and trusting in God's timing. No matter how overwhelming things may seem at times, I can rest in the peace that His plans for us are good.

A Quiet Struggle: Finding Peace Amidst Distance and Distraction

A Quiet Struggle: Finding Peace Amidst Distance and Distraction

For almost two weeks, I've been in a quiet but deep struggle with my husband, Edwin. It’s like a silent rift that’s been growing between us, and it breaks my heart. I pray—earnestly, with all my heart—and I wait. But it feels like the more I pray, the more distant we become. All I want is to see him here, present with me, enjoying the life we’ve built. Instead, I find his face consumed by his cell phone, and my own heart consumed by the absence I feel.

This morning, something strange happened. As my alarm went off at 6:40 AM, I felt and almost saw a figure move swiftly out of my room. It was a blur, a shadow, but I could tell it was something or someone. My heart raced as I called out for Edwin, like a question, almost pleading. But there was nothing—only silence, and the sound of the dogs leaving the room. I turned off the alarm and started my morning, realizing Edwin was at work and everyone else was still asleep.

Just a few days ago, I had another strange moment. As I was waking up, I clearly heard someone call my name—loud enough that it felt like they were standing right next to me. The voice sounded just like Edwin’s. I knew it was his voice, but I was still alone.

The Spiritual Interpretation: A Deeper Look
These experiences could be explained in different ways, but I’m leaning towards a deeper, more spiritual explanation. In a time of emotional distance, I wonder if God was speaking to me, trying to wake me up, to remind me that I’m not alone in this struggle. It could be a sign of divine intervention, or even my subconscious reflecting the heartache I’ve been feeling.

The voice calling my name and the blurry figure—could it be that I’m receiving a wake-up call, not just from Edwin, but from something greater? Perhaps it’s a reminder that I need to shift the energy around me before things can change. A small nudge that I am seen, that my prayers are heard, even when nothing feels different.

The Addiction of Distraction
I’ve realized something—Edwin’s phone isn’t just a phone. It’s become an addiction, a barrier between us. Each time I try to bring it up, he shuts down. He becomes more distant. And the more I stay silent, the more distant I feel. It’s not just a phone—it’s a way to escape. And I don’t think he even realizes it.

It hurts to think of how disconnected we’ve become, especially when all I want is for us to enjoy the life we’ve built in the woods, surrounded by family and the simple joys we share. But it’s hard to hold that space when I feel invisible, when I feel like I’m talking to someone who isn’t really there.

The Path Forward
As I try to move forward, I know I need time to process. I’m not sure what the next step is, but I can’t keep carrying the weight alone. I need to find peace, even if things remain unresolved for now. I’ll try to shift the energy, to create moments of connection that don’t directly address the phone or the silence, but instead focus on us—on the love we have and the life we’re still living, despite the distance.

I also need to trust that my prayers are not wasted. Even when I don’t get immediate answers, God sees my heart. And though it may take time, I believe things will shift. Maybe not in the way I expect, but in a way that leads to deeper healing and connection.

A Call to Others in Struggle
If you’re going through something similar—feeling disconnected from your partner or loved ones—know that you’re not alone. Sometimes, the greatest healing comes not from forcing change but from allowing space for growth, for peace, and for patience. Let’s hold on to hope, knowing that even when things feel quiet, the heart’s prayers are heard.

A Dream of Shadowy Figures and a Castle: Finding Peace in the Chaos

A Dream of Shadowy Figures and a Castle: Finding Peace in the Chaos

Recently, I had a vivid dream that left me feeling both exhilarated and unsettled. In the dream, Edwin and I were in a huge, grand house, almost like a castle. The setting was beautiful, and during the day, we were carefree, running amuck, having fun, and enjoying each other’s company. It felt like a world of freedom and joy. But as night fell, the mood shifted.

When darkness arrived, so did shadowy figures—things that reminded me of the creatures in vampire movies, lurking in the corners and crevices of the house. They were hidden in the shadows, and as they drew closer, Edwin and I found ourselves scrambling to hide and protect ourselves. The fear was real, and we had to navigate through the dark, knowing we were being hunted.

Interpretation: Upon reflecting, I realized that this dream might be reflecting what I’m currently experiencing. The castle symbolizes a place of safety and security, which could represent my home or my inner strength. The carefree fun during the day mirrors the joy I experience when life feels light and hopeful. But the shadowy figures—these hidden, lurking forces—seem to reflect the unseen stresses and fears in my life, ones I may not always be aware of, but which become more apparent when I slow down.

These figures may represent the challenges or hidden fears that I face, particularly the emotional burden of the job search. Just as the darkness hides the creatures in my dream, my worries feel heavier and more overwhelming when I’m tired or feeling vulnerable.

In the dream, Edwin and I were running and hiding, which suggests that even in the midst of joy, there are still pressures to avoid or confront. In my waking life, I’ve been feeling drained from the search for a job, and it’s been emotionally exhausting. The dream speaks to that overwhelming sense of pressure and uncertainty that comes with it.

The Break and the Path Forward: Taking a step back from the job search, as I’ve decided to do, feels like the right thing for now. It's time to recharge, to take a break from the pressure, and to find peace again. I’m trusting that when the time is right, the right opportunity will come. This pause gives me the space I need to regain my strength and clarity.

I’m learning that just like in the dream, I don’t have to hide in fear but instead lean into my faith, trusting that I’m guided toward the right path. The shadowy figures don’t have power over me, just as the challenges of life don’t define me. The peace I seek is within my reach, and God is watching over me as I navigate through this.

Dream Interpretation: My Dog and the Porcupine Quills

 Dream Interpretation: My Dog and the Porcupine Quills

Last night, I had a vivid and poignant dream that left me reflecting on deeper emotional and spiritual meanings. In the dream, my dog was poked in the face with a couple of porcupine quills, and in her leg, there were several long quills stuck in her. I was trying to remove them from her, but I couldn’t see who was helping me. I assumed it was my husband. Just as we were removing the quills, I woke up.

At first, this dream left me feeling unsettled, but as I reflected more deeply, I began to see it as a symbol of what I’m currently experiencing in my life—issues, obstacles, and healing processes that require attention and care. Here’s my interpretation, as well as what I think the dream might have meant for me.

The Dog as a Symbol of Loyalty and Protection

In dreams, dogs often represent loyalty, companionship, and emotional security. Seeing my dog hurt in the dream might reflect a sense of vulnerability or fear for someone or something I care deeply about. It could be symbolic of a loved one, a situation, or even a part of myself that I feel is under threat or experiencing pain.

As a proud mama of several dogs, I’m especially connected to them, and they symbolize not just my love for animals but also the responsibility I feel in protecting and nurturing those I care for.

The Porcupine Quills: Boundaries, Protection, and Pain

Porcupines are defensive creatures, and their quills represent boundaries and protection. In the dream, the quills represented emotional or physical pain caused by boundaries—whether my own or someone else’s. The long quills in her leg, especially, could symbolize obstacles or painful situations that affect movement, progress, or freedom. This made me wonder if there’s something in my life—maybe a challenge or situation—that is preventing me or my loved ones from moving forward.

The placement of the quills also offers insight:

• Face: The face is often tied to identity, communication, or the way we present ourselves to the world. The quills in my dog’s face could indicate a fear of harm to how I or someone I love communicates or connects with others.

• Leg: Legs symbolize movement and the ability to progress in life. The quills here might indicate an obstacle in our path, something that’s preventing forward movement, whether emotionally, physically, or spiritually.

The Act of Removing the Quills: Healing and Support

In the dream, I was actively trying to remove the quills from my dog, which symbolizes my desire to address the pain or obstacles in my life. The fact that I was not alone in this process but had help—though I couldn’t see the helper—suggests a powerful message of support. Although I assumed it was my husband helping, the faceless nature of the person may symbolize a greater, unseen support system—whether it’s my husband’s emotional support, the presence of faith, or even inner strength that I draw from when I’m navigating tough times.

The dream felt like a reminder that I’m not alone in tackling the challenges I face, even if I can’t always see who or what is assisting me. It emphasizes the importance of partnership—whether it’s with family, spiritual guidance, or the support of others who help us heal, even from pain we can’t fully see or understand.

Unfinished Business: Progress in Healing

The fact that I woke up as we were in the process of removing the quills suggests that I am currently in the midst of a healing process or tackling a challenge. The dream didn’t end with the quills removed, but it ended with progress being made. It’s a sign that I’m on the right path and that while there’s still work to be done, I’m moving forward.

This might reflect a larger spiritual lesson: Healing takes time, but we’re making progress, even if it feels slow or incomplete. Just like removing the quills, I need to trust the process and know that, with patience and care, obstacles will eventually be removed.

Lessons from the Dream

1. Healing Takes Time: Just as removing the quills from my dog was a slow process, healing emotional, physical, or relational wounds often takes patience. It’s not always quick, but each step toward progress is meaningful.

2. Support Is There, Even When Unseen: The faceless helper reminded me that there are forces in my life—whether human or spiritual—that help me in times of need, even when I can’t always see them.

3. Protecting Those We Love: The dream reinforced my protective instincts, especially toward my family and animals. I feel deeply about the importance of nurturing and caring for those I love, even in difficult circumstances.

Final Thoughts

This dream, though unsettling at first, offered valuable insights into my current state of mind and emotional landscape. It’s a reminder that, even when facing obstacles and pain, progress is being made and that I’m not alone in my efforts to protect and heal those I care about. Healing is a process, and I must trust that with patience and support, the pain will eventually subside.

If you’ve ever had a similar dream or have reflected on the symbolism of animals, boundaries, or healing, I’d love to hear your thoughts or experiences. Sometimes, our dreams offer profound wisdom—if only we take the time to listen and reflect on their deeper meanings.

A Dream of Frustration and Obstruction: Unraveling What It Means for My Journey

A Dream of Frustration and Obstruction: Unraveling What It Means for My Journey

Last night, I woke up from a dream that left me feeling annoyed and even angry. It was a dream of chaos, confusion, and false help that had me questioning what’s going on in my life right now.

In the dream, I was driving home in a white pickup truck—something unfamiliar, not my usual Armada. I was in a busy intersection when suddenly, my tire came off. The situation was chaotic, but I managed to get my body out of the road and onto the curb, trying to stay safe. I looked at my tire, completely detached from the rim. Then, something strange happened. I found myself responsible for a group of children—five or six of them, though none were mine. I don’t know if they were with me or if I just found them. Either way, they were a distraction. I needed to get them to safety, but it felt like they were slowing me down.

After ensuring their safety, I went back to retrieve my tire. That’s when a man, sitting on the grassy median, offered what seemed like help but ended up taking my tire. He said, “Come with me,” and led me to a law firm. There, they told me I had a big case, something to do with my tire being damaged, and it involved a university. But all I wanted to do was go home. As the lawyers pushed me into cluttered, small rooms, I felt claustrophobic and overwhelmed by boxes and files. My phone started to overheat, like it was bubbling up with stress, and I couldn’t even contact my husband for help. I thought, "Surely, he will use GPS to find me," but I was trapped, with no way to reach him.

The situation escalated when other people entered the scene—some disrespectful and gross, others angry and claiming things that weren’t theirs. The entire experience felt like one big distraction, full of noise and clutter, keeping me from what I truly needed: peace, clarity, and home.

Finally, in the midst of this chaos, I heard a truck approaching. I hoped it was my husband, but just as I tried to check my phone, the lawyer stopped me and offered to let me use his phone. And then, I woke up.

The emotions that lingered were heavy: frustration, anger, and confusion. The dream felt off, and it felt like someone—or something—was pretending to help me but was actually slowing me down.

The Dream's Message:

Looking deeper, I realized the dream was reflecting my waking life. The tire coming off, the chaos in the law firm, and the overwhelming clutter represented the obstacles I’m currently facing. It’s as if I’m trying to move forward, but distractions keep pulling me off course. The children, though not mine, felt like responsibilities I didn’t ask for, and yet they demanded my attention. They represent the distractions that keep me from focusing on my goals.

The man who took my tire and led me to the law firm felt like a false helper, someone pretending to offer assistance but actually just creating more confusion and delay. The overheating phone symbolized the stress of trying to stay connected and keep pushing forward, but feeling like things were falling apart.

The cluttered rooms in the dream spoke to the sense of being overwhelmed, stuck in a maze of distractions and entanglements that don’t belong to me. The claustrophobia and confusion I felt reflect the overload I sometimes experience when things feel out of control.

Finally, the false apologies and fake gestures of help made me realize that there may be people or situations in my life right now pretending to offer assistance, but in reality, they are only further complicating things.

What It All Means:

This dream feels like a warning. Someone—or multiple people—might be trying to slow me down, keeping me trapped in unnecessary chaos or drama. It’s as if I’m being distracted from my true path, constantly sidetracked by things I don’t need to focus on. The dream urges me to be cautious of who I trust and to stay clear of situations that feel off.

I am trying to move forward, whether it’s in my job search or personal life, but I need to remember to focus on what truly matters. I can’t afford to get stuck in places, jobs, or relationships that don’t serve me, and I need to be mindful of distractions that keep me from my goals. My path may not be easy, but the dream reminded me that I have the strength to keep moving, no matter how many obstacles appear.

If you listen when HE speaks

When He speaks to us
     do we really listen
           He offers us second chances
               do we really listen
                    If you listen you will see

I can tell you many stories that could be chance
     the stories
          could be faith
               the stories could be
                    so much more

He gave me sign 
     I always saw them
          heard them
               felt that something was coming
                   felt that something was going to happen

when it happened
     My old lady baby Ritta was almost no more
          My heart was crying, screaming that i am not ready
                    My mind was breaking, don't take her away
                         My inner most mind was PRAYING           
                                       
Because I listened
     heard the whispers
          saw the signs
               felt the meaning
                    Only He can give us the site to see what it all means

I was in the right place at the right time
      God gave me and my Ritta more time
          God gave my Dog more time
                She is here today because I listen to my Father
                    Watching, waiting for the signs, not wasting any time

God knew I was not ready to see her go
     God knew that if she passed that day
          my heart would be broken, flying far away
               God gave me the chance to save her life, as long as my eyes were open
                    as I pray I thank God every day for who He allows to stay

Ritta (3/21/18 ~ the night she almost wasn't)

3/27/2018

My old girl sits beside me She nudges her head wanting me to touch her. I touch her head I rub her kiss her talk to her telling her how much I adore in love her

She gags she becomes restless she walks around so uncomfortable, she gags some more producing no spit no vomit she starts foaming at the mouth her stomach starts to swell and swell and swell. on my God I think she's gonna burst, I start to panic

The weekend before she had similar symptoms however she did vomit she did go potty and the swelling went away within minutes. I thought nothing of it, I did some research there were 6 or 8 options on Google of what she could be suffering from

As all of this flashes by my head all I can think of was one of those things said death within minutes more panic sets in I  Begin to cry

As I cry-out that I have to go to the vet right now! Her belly continues to grow I put her in the back of the truck and we drive, not sure where to go. I called my vet their closing, however they fax information to the ER vet and tell me where to go.

Driving to the vet I cry on the phone to the vet, I cry when I'm trying to talk and check her into the ER. Just as I can become a little calmed in the safety of the office,  she continues to gag her swelling continues to grow I know she might not walk out

She will be 13 next month. They take her to the back what seemed like an eternity finally the doctor comes back confirming that she has Bloat. That was one of the things listed, the 1 that can kill her. I continue to cry I just wanted her home with me

To love another so muchThat the thought of them not being there brings you in to immediate tears as pain, To sit there alone processing this brings even more pain

He says assuming everything comes back good with her blood work, they can do surgery and try to save her. Do you want an estimate he ask? My eyes got big and I said, no just save her I don't care. The estimate was $3500 at the worst case scenario and I just said I don't care I just start pulling out credit cards, save my baby. Her time is not now

After I make the payment of the best case scenario $2350 they kick me out of the ER told me to go home and wait. I sat in the parking lot for at least an hour crying

I get home and I can't stop crying I call them a couple hours later and she's just now going into surgery I wait, I wait and I cried myself to sleep

No one beside, me all alone, I cry and curled up with the other dogs.

Sometime while I was asleep there was a voicemail that came in. She survived the surgery, a gasp of relief. I dropped the phone and fall asleep in total exhaustion.

At 8:00 a.m. the phone rings and the doctor repeats the same thing that was on the voicemail, she made it through surgery and she's ready to go home. Like a lightning bolt I was gone, dressed and out of the house to go get my baby, my old lady baby

A straight line cut down her gut, every time I check her incision, I flashback to the pain of what if-not having her around. Her belly looks great, the bruising is going away she's moving around more and more as each day passes my old lady baby is healing

I sit here looking at her incision and she sleeps so peacefully, my old lady baby is beautiful all Gray with staples running down her middle belly. I love her so much, I love them all. This is the 2nd time one of our babies have touched death and my heart breaks at the thought of them not being here annoying me, happily Annoying me. 

I would never change a thing, I want them to be here for as long as possible. Annoying me, loving me, as I'm sure I annoy them and I love them. There is Nothing that I won't do for them. I wouldn't let them ever go anywhere or be taken away from me. I love my rescue dogs, so very much

Why are WE mr. black

I am a writer. Sometimes I am pure light and happiness and sometimes I am raw and hard.
Most people, writers, that I know write with their hearts on their sleeves. I am one of those writers, always writing with my heart and emotions.

I wrote a poem/very short story about a so called man called Dog-fighter Black, an imaginary man, but a real life problem in the world today. In reality there are many mr. blacks in this country, in this world.

Writing this short story brought many emotions and fears to the surface of my skin, like a blood blister that just won't break though and bleed. Just there enough to annoy you and look like a huge

Love don't fight

blemish on someone’s face. You try to look away, but your eye wanders back to the disgusting mark. This disgusting mark on society and humanity has been happening for so long that many people have become complacent to the issues and ignoring it when it is right next door.

This reminds me of back in days when wives were allowed to be raped and beat by their husbands. What happens in a man’s house was his business and no one else’s. I have been there and know the pain of a peacekeeper walking away, knowing you were just going to get it worse once he drove away.
 

Love everyone we meet

I know that these animals are feeling like I did:
They have to fight to live or they will die,
If they lose the fight and manage to survive, they will die,
If they are lucky they will die fast, but that is usually not the case,
Normally they are made to suffer for hours or days,
Sometimes hung, stomped to death or even buried alive.


All of this pain and torture is because some men (most of the time) want to be in complete control. Control of the dog, the dog

Love life, love all

fight and or control of their spouse and if these people lose that control they become very dangerous.


I once was told I would be blown up if I did not comply with my ex-husbands demands. While my son was upstairs, he wanted to make sure I knew he was serious; he cut the propane tank connection and drug it into the apartment. Then he ignited the lighter that he help tightly in his hand and told me over and over that he’d blow up the whole building, all because he lost control of me. He was so good at what he did, he covered the evidence so well that I almost got arrested for being too loud as I cried and argued in self defense. I will die before I ever let that happen again.

I would die for an innocent life to live on, human or animal. A life is a gift and all lives that God create are here for us to protect and adore.

Once I grew a spine and leaned to fight with my brain and words, I grew stronger. Society changed and grew to be more compassionate towards battered wives and animals cruelty. I feel there is much more to do to cure the cancer that society calls humanity. 

Be kind to all we meet

Last night I had a fight, a childish verbal fight about a dog. It was escalating way too quickly and I needed to end it with the speed of a humming birds wings. What to do? Protect the innocent is what I choose, even if the dog was in the wrong. The human is suppose to be smarter than the animal, the human should know that dogs that have behavioral issues and patterns are to be handled with care and purposeful actions, continuing to be cautious at all times. If you know their triggers, then you know how to avoid a potential problem.

Love brings love

I know that humans also have triggers and I fearfully controlled the situation and at that moment in time unsuccessfully explained this to that human. He had the same blind and blank look on his face that the dog did. The dog who was abused by a man and now a man was yelling at him, walking with anger toward the dog, it was no surprise to me that the dog wanted to protect himself barking snapping in fear at the man that was yelling at him.

I am a dog lover and an animal person to my core, at a completely cellular level. I am the one that will take on the special needs dogs or cats and I don’t mean the ones with physical handicaps.  I have three dogs now and two of them have those special needs, due to their mental scars from the mr. blacks of their pasts. One of my dogs took almost ten years to completely come around, now she is a

Love is great & needs to be shared

happy old pup, but from time to time we can see the issues pop out like an unwanted zit. My newest love has been with us for only a couple of years. For the most part he is an over-zealously happy dog that will KILL you with SLOPPY wet DRIPPY kisses! But that nasty zit rears its ugly white head from time to time, like it will burst out and cause its own mr. black issues.

Fun days show the love you have to offer

AS GI Joe always said, “Knowledge is power.” Learn and teach, learn and share, knowing how to react and handle the BIG UGLY ZITS that appear in our daily lives can only helps us and others in life. Knowing how to control the situation (the ZIT) can make for an easier argument for all, possibly saving the lives of both humans and animals alike.

Know that someone is there for you is true love

Dog-fighter Black

You know that you mr. black have black inside you, through and through. Your heart is the blackest part of you. Smiling at what you see before you, as if it were good. Grinning with a smile that goes from ear to ear, I can see it in your eyes that you are please with your evil ringed cages of death, while you wait for the fighters to arrive. Fighters, that don’t want to fight and you tip your hat at the men that walk them in. I wish that I could reverse the roles and walk you into the fighting ring, which I am sure you would not want to fight in. 

How funny would it be to see a dog sitting there taking bets on which human male would be victorious, while other dogs bark, “Kill him and rip him apart!” Once you lose that fight and you will, because only cowards fight and abuse creatures that rely on them. While you lay there, life leaving your body, your black soul falls away from your earthly body.  The dogs bark with glee, they can see your dying body, they can see you trying to beg for mercy and they look at you with their sad doggy eyes and laugh. 

The smell of death floats through the room, while the blackness vanishes into the walls and allows the light to trickle back into the room. The dogs normally saddened by death, rejoice in yours. Grins across their faces because they are freed from the small dark cages, freed from being forced to fight, freed from starvation,  freed from being your dogs of death, and freed from being your “pets.” I don’t want to imagine a dog being full of black, like you once were. If there were I‘d hope him to be yours, yours so he could make you pay, as I thought those dogs did on that imaginary day. 

I can imagine it all like a movie on my television playing in my head, making the terrorist of the dogs become the victim of those dogs that were tortured and terrorized. mr. black you deserve to be attacked, for only in bad dreams could a dog ever have a heart that was black.