Being a Tree....

...and the importance of a calm soul.

Sometimes life throws us interesting(but scary) lessons.

Yesterday morning had a beautiful calm start to it,

watering vegetables in my planters and greenhouse.

Listening to the birds singing, happy and loud.

My 2 furbubs wagging excitedly to be going out 

for a walk to the park....

We didn't make it to the park.

After walking to the end of the road and chatting for a

moment with a fellow dog walker, we noticed 2 dogs in a

nearby yard getting "excited" so we went our separate ways 

to give them space.

Their owner was checking his fences for gaps....

when 1 of the dogs squeezed through and ran at us.

I am not afraid of dogs(and because we were near a busy

road) I stood still and allowed it to approach(the owner 

rushing after apologising)

Unfortunately, his dog took an instant dislike to Poppy.

and attacked.

This excited the second dog who then also broke out

and came running to join in.

Their owner was distraught ...trying to pull them away,

horrified by their behaviour.

I wanted to attack them myself(I know I could have hurt them)

but I needed to stay calm...I became a tree.

I dropped Busters lead ,

as they didn't show any interest in him, so that he could run away

BUT he didn't. 

He repeatedly ran at them(no teeth) "tigging" them to get

 them to chase him!!! to draw them away from Poppy, while

I managed to reach down and lift Poppy off the ground. 

The dogs still tried to jump and drag her from my arms,

and Buster STILL ran at them to distract them.

By this time a wonderful young woman pulled up in her car

to offer assistance(dogs still jumping up me barking and growling)

This total stranger allowed me to put my dogs...I now had Buster

up off the ground too...into the boot of her car, and drove us home.

The 2 dogs continued to try and get at P and B even though

 they could no longer see them, and her car was scratched quite badly.

Fortunately a visit to the vet(which the other dogs owner offered 

to pay for) showed Poppy had been very lucky. No puncture

wounds but badly bruised and soft tissue damage on her abdomen.

She is now understandably nervous to be alone, but resting.

 I have several scratches and bruises from the jumping,

but to be honest I didn't feel them yesterday...a Tree has to 

stand fast and tall against the storm to provide shelter

and safety to it's furry friends..

on this occasion, screaming and kicking out would have 

only served to fuel the attack.

And Our Hero...

instinctively knew that...and came out with no

injuries at all!!!

Sorry if this post causes any distress, but if I don't write 

it down it will keep cycling in my brain, and I won't

 get anything done :)

and the lovely Brenda Brown

(http://www.bumblebeesandbutterflies.com/)

sent me a stash to play with, which arrived yesterday after the stress 

of the morning to provide balance in my life XXX