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7 JUST FOR BEST FRIENDS Mountain Views-News Saturday, April 28, 2018 A VISIT FROM NANA HEALTHY LIFESTYLES Happy Tails by Chris Leclerc The first time I realized that dogs come in a wide variety of packages (aka: breeds) and they each have their own unique personality that may or may not match the package they came in, was when I was 5 years old and my paternal grandmother, whom we affectionately called Nana, came to visit from Florida. It was Spring of 1968, and Nana drove her spit- shine Chevy Impala from Mount Dora to our house in Huntsville, Alabama all in a single day. She drove it alone, excepting the company of her dog, Terry-D. I remember my parents being worried sick about her making that drive by herself, but if you’d known my Nana you’d agree there was no talking her out of doing something she‘d set her mind to doing. My grandmother was one strong-willed woman. Endearingly so, I think. When she was a young lady, she was featured in a local Boston newspaper as being the first female in the state of Massachusetts to own and operate a used car lot. I’d be willing to bet she may have even been the first in the country to do so. Yes, Marie was a piece of work, greatly respected and admired by all who knew her. I remember looking very much forward to her arrival that Spring day. She would always come bearing gifts for us kids, which was no small feat considering there were seven in our brood, the youngest of which was me. I’ll never forget what my gift was that visit. She brought me a neat little leather miniature bowling bag stuffed full of shiny new pennies. There were 100. I thought I was the richest kid in town. And then, of course there was the anticipation of knowing that when Nana arrived, she would have with her that precocious Pomeranian. That’s right, Terry-D was a pouty, pampered, pedigree Pom-Pom, all full of pep and vim as my dear ole dad used to say. And, as if being the perfect specimen of a Pomeranian didn’t make him cute enough, Terry-D also happened to have been of the petite Pom persuasion. Yep, under all that stick-straight strawberry-blonde hair, were cankles (short for canine ankles) as tiny as toothpicks. Although I don’t think anyone ever bothered to tell Terry-D that. It seemed he deemed himself quite large, strutting his puffy stuff all about with a swagger that’d put John Wayne to shame. Now, at the time of Nana’s visit, our own family dog was a “mystery-mutt” we’d rescued from the local shelter. His name was Rex and he was my first love. By that I mean he was the first dog I ever had a meaningful connection with. He’d follow me everywhere I went, but if he ever got distracted from tracking my trail, I’d go find him and follow him everywhere he went. ` Rex was the sweetest, most loving pup you could ever hope to meet, but he wasn’t exactly what you’d call well-mannered. He was friendly enough, but he was a mischievous rascal, no doubt about it. Yes, my friend Rex was very much in touch with his inner wolf. Like they say, you can take the dog out of the wild, but you can’t always take the wild out of the dog. One thing’s for sure though, Rex lived life to it’s fullest. Among his favorite activities, the top two were rolling in the dirt after a bath and chasing the chickens in the back yard. Needless to say, when rambunctious Rex met nose-to-nose, up-close and personal with tiny Terry D for the first time, it was - as young folks today like to say - “ON”! Around and around they both ran, Terry D tearing first through the house, then out the back porch screen door and down the concrete stairs into the yard, around the rabbit cages and through the chicken coops with that raucous Rex hot on his tail the entire way. It was quite a scene, seeing that itty bitty blowfish of a dog, Terry D with legs spinning like wheels on their axes, eyes as wide as saucers, peering over his frail, furry shoulders at Rex’s enormous shiny black nose closing in fast on his fancy fur-pants. Rex gave it his best bolt, mouth fully agape and tongue flopping alongside his cheek, dripping with saliva from all the excitement. Without skipping a beat, my sister and I hopped to our feet and took chase behind Rex, hoping against hope to catch him before he caught up with Terry-D. I learned that day that Pomeranians can run pretty fast! Certainly faster than that cute (albeit clumsy) canine we called Rex. Good thing, too, because while Rex was a sweet dog, we weren’t too sure what might happen if he did catch up with teeny tiny Terry-D. Thankfully, Rex ran himself ragged and relaxed on the kitchen floor before he ever caught up with that poor Pomeranian, and by the end of Nana’s visit the two had become fast, forever friends. I’ve since seen similar scenarios, between I’ve owned over the years as well as those belonging to my clients, but none can compare to the race between Rex and Terry D and the amazement it brought to my young eyes that Spring day when my Nana came to visit our humble home in Huntsville, Alabama. EASE IN MEDITATION Have you ever said, “Today, I will meditate. I’m going to sit down, be quiet and clear my mind”? I have said this exact thing SO many times, but when I approach meditation this way, it is TOUGH. My body and mind want to do the exact opposite of being quiet and getting clear. My thoughts aren’t easy to turn off. So, I watch my thoughts and, boy, are there a lot of thoughts. Getting comfortable is also problematic in this approach. Some part of me always needs adjusting--my feet or knees or clothing. After about three minutes, I’m exhausted by the process. My body may feel a little calmer just from sitting still, but afterward, I don’t feel like my head settles down and I don’t notice a sense of quietness inside. This was the way I tried meditation for a long time. It was an earnest spiritual effort on my part since I was taking time to try it, but it didn’t produce the sense of transformation that I had heard from others. My experience changed when I applied technique to my approach. There are many methods and styles of meditation which do work well. However, it was the approach of the ancient tradition of Tantra that changed everything for me. Let’s define Tantra as ancient teachings that use and weave all the tools of yoga to create an experience of joy and transformation. There is no impure nature to this practice. There’s a focus on shaping each individual’s energy. The ancient sages of this method were so smart, they said let’s not resist the mind. Let’s give the mind jobs to do and keep it active. There’s breath practice, cleansing techniques, visualization of specific images, and use of sound, or mantra. This is a different approach from many styles. While doing these “jobs,” the mind becomes trained and focused. It actually reaches a deeper state of stillness and absorption. After meditating in this systematic way, the experience of stillness is profound. When I began meditation with a Tantric approach, my experience during the meditations was transformational. I also was able to establish a consistent practice. My mind felt calm, my body relaxed and I felt a deep internal connection. My awareness of breath and energy shifted. I highly recommend a structured approach such as this one. At the very least, apply a basic breath practice prior to meditation. Use the sound of the breath as a focal point. Please contact me if you’d like to learn more and find some consistency in your own practice: keely@keelytotten. com or find me at www.keelytotten.com. Namaste, happy breathing, and sitting. Keely TottenE-RYT 500, Local Yoga & Meditation Teacher, Grateful Meditator BEST FRIEND Shirley is a sweet, gentle Chihuahua mix girl who wants nothing more than to be loved. She was picked up as a stray dog in San Gabriel. She is estimated to be about 7-years-old, and weighs around 10 pounds. Shirley is happiest cuddling on a friendly lap, soaking up some petting and massages. She has the most beautiful face with big soulful brown eyes, always with a smile on her face. Shirley loves going on walks to the park, and has shown an interest in playing. She is curious about other dogs and seems friendly when meeting them. Shirley is believed to have arthritis and a condition called “Luxating Patella” which is apparent when she goes for walks, although she doesn’t let it slow her down. This lovely girl would make a wonderful companion for the lucky person who takes her home. Come and meet this beautiful brown-eyed girl to see if she is a good match for you. Her adoption fee is $130 and includes spay surgery, vaccinations, microchip and a free wellness exam at a participating veterinarian. Feel free to call us at (626) 286-1159 for more information. She currently resides at the San Gabriel Valley Humane Society located at 851 E. Grand Avenue in San Gabriel. We are located off San Gabriel Blvd, north of Mission and south of Las Tunas Drive. To arrange a ‘Meet and Greet’, please stop by any time from 10:30am to 4:30pm Tuesday through Sunday. Website: www. sgvhumane.org Serving: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, And Catering SWEETER THAN SUGAR (& BETTER FOR YOU) Sweet and petite! Meet COOKIE & HONEY, age about 7 mos. These sisters are twins, and you can easily tell them apart by the little “cookie” mark on Cookie’s nose. They are so very loving, and will purr and roll around for your affection. They are playful and bonded girls that will be adopted together. Cookie and Honey are very social, and great with kids. These cuties are ready to find a loving family to show them how much love they can give! To learn more, call 626- 533-5554. See more of their pictures at http://www. lifelineforpets.org/young-cats.html. Walter Cailleteau, DVM Free Exam! 927 N. Michillinda Ave. For New Clients Pasadena, CA 91107 Bring this coupon to save! (626) 351-8863 Mountain Views News 80 W Sierra Madre Blvd. No. 327 Sierra Madre, Ca. 91024 Office: 626.355.2737 Fax: 626.609.3285 Email: editor@mtnviewsnews.com Website: www.mtnviewsnews.com | ||||||||||||||||||||