This worked in our long talking
began
to share the fantasies …
and then aside
the experience with a beautiful dog
got an answer
about us and our longings
and interests
lovely to my Sötnos, Dan
and beloved dog
Mable
This is really lynx weather today
We came in now, and found contacts walking
Air was good and dry, ways muddy
Was sympathical now to introduce
to my friends and mine thoughts of our first book
„The Hour before we knew each other“
that is talking about children from nowadays
here to read the second thing to talk about my dog
this is Dan's and my biggest wish of course
we both find the collected thoughts
now are more to come
with a book about us seemed like a book about
Mable, would be a natural thing
Blessings from my beloved Dan Lundgren
and me the friend of him, Heike Thieme
Heike Thieme
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After the first start with the book, we two went for a little walk in the start of darkening. Outside the houses stood a neighbour, he was socialworking police officer that time but he is retired and he is board member in the rental association, and he was helping me to leave that house as fast as it was possible. Then I told him, that I started some new books, so one about my dog, then continued. Another police officer will retire today, I haven't met him for years, we met again, and he wants to retire this year. He is lucky for recieving the newest medicine against his mulitiple sclerosis, I told him to collect all humor, because he would need for the retire. Then I met a woman who starts to be friend at me a little with her shepard dog, and we had a good small talk about relationships.
I never talk long to the police, but they have altime respected me here, and sure they had to.
And I am mature, and I love my friend, why then make to know policemen in privacy? The sameway I don't give them the image to turtle around the husbands of other people, just not to be that kind of a woman, who seemed to be open to all the married men.
These couples I told the young woman of yesterday, who were glad to meet me for years now, but more and more where instructed by their wives to avoid me, I must watch their husbands fall in themselvles afraid to greet and with hanging shoulders suddenly, I find they look similar to male suiziders, but in a long death.
The young woman said, there is no use in knowing such people, because if you look behind they seem to be unlucky in their relationships.
It's good people want to work as policemen, but I can't understand why. Impossible for me, I could not arrange me with authoritative manners, and then would be the mobbed within the first three months. The job as a social worker there is much better.
Love is like an Apple a Day! Sometimes I need in the morning more than an apple.
But I must become wise, that a Man might dream another way as me. I do believe he does it well his way, and this I learn to trust in it. It's as I say, I dream every night but rarely have any memory of them, just certain feelings. Sometimes it's really intricate stories, I wish I remembered.
One can't enjoy everything that his brain folds out, but I am still astonished THAT men dream, never a Man told me to, yeah we are living in this strange world.
I knew I have had periods exhausted when napping over a day, dreamt every time. Sameway, if a person is really that tired then he is busy working inside. Like my dog can see, if I am going to take a rest, when she differenciates wether it is needed for real, then she stays with me even six hours and doesn't move, and when she feels me retired then she rushes to bring me back onto feet.
Like she always had an eye on me. I saw her yesterday dissappear with the shepard in the dark across the meadow, and let her, because this daytime is magic going and making the dogs slip into their own a bit, but when a person passes with a dangerous dog aside, she is there like the wind, still sitting aside the tree and have an eye on me, silently but there.
Now let's talk about the childhood of our dog Mable. Some pictures come before my inner eye, that one of invaluable valuable friend's speech, you can say, the best friend of man.
Mable went with each of us out every day, Mum, sometimes Julian my son. She got to know the banks of the Schlei, the dogs beach in the park, the forest, the cliffs along the water, the dog-free terrain in Denmark behind the border around the former concentration camp Frøsløv, the fjord north from Flensburg, sands ashore, dogs places and waters to swimming outside of Schleswig.
She always liked driving a car. And she came with me on a boat over the loop. She knew the noor. The railroad track to a village and various beaches. We took Mable by bicycle. She fished to the stranded herring, and ate them all up with pleasure. She brought a whole cormorant wing proud to the house. Mable was two months old when she jumped from a pier directly into the water and swam back to the beach.
When I tried to teach her a few commands, she knew it many times better, like the rabbit she was behind middle through a hole in the fence, chasing up and away. Even if we passed roaches along she didn't notice for time, that was Mable too dreamy and she did not realize it first. When she discovered deer, she barked loud and outraged, because she didn't undestand to handle it, that such a brashless giant dog galloped away without no sound. We actually went in the woods, when a few meters past sat an eagle. Mable did not notice, that flew close to the forest floor between the trees to the valley, silent and elegant. But cats and squirrels were always seen by her. She did not like them. The cats hissed and showed their claws and the squirrels were too fast up on the trees, where Mable could not follow at all.
Mable had a girlfriend about the same age a doglady named Smilla. Their friendship was so nice and the two had eaten a real fool together. Smilla liked me as mum just as much. When she and her keeper in the distant pulled over a bike and I called her by name, that dog turned and ran over to me, then as tall as he was came up and kissed me on the mouth. Then she followed her keeper. One day it happened that Mable stood with me in the meadow.
Smilla came from right up, then came a second Ridgeback from another direction and at the same time a third Ridgeback from the third direction ran towards us. They all raged with Mable and could not get enough of her. They were arguing about playing with Mable. That day, when Mable brought a great trophy, a coconut of course filled with bird fat, she wanted to keep it all herself. That nearly broke Smilla's heart. I sank to my feet and consoled Smilla, because I saw this dog showed his grief, she stood almost crying. Then she came to me, gave me a big kiss, and felt comforted.
When I lived at the new adress Mable entered a meadow, came disreputable people with their dog pack, always allowed them to chase Mable and intimidate her. But on that day, just they showed up, I was already present with Smilla's best dog friends, two males, a black labrador male and a giant dog. They had strong sympathy for Mable. Spontaneously when the asses violin turned around the corner, her dogfriends threw themselves into the harness and chased the whole gang from the meadow with an expression in their faces, that I could have laughed out loud. That was obvious, and I didn't have to say much about it.
When I played with Mable at another place my ball, it occurred three times that women were on the hedge talked stupid stuff to me, or laughed at me. Then every time I had the ball to hand and did not hesitate to throw this exactly on the nasty hens that he exactly bounced just before their faces on the narrow trunk of a little tree, the laughter in their jaws stuck, I managed in exactly this way three times. Then the naysayers got boring for me.
I threw the ball all the way up and he stayed up lying on the branch of the largest tree. The following day I threw just by chance the second ball, that flew exactly where the first ball was still over the branch, and as if called, both fell approaching me again. I finished in the meadow, with a last look at the old town hall and an ignorant look at the women standing around, and I just pass them by. If I was traveling with the dog somewhere in the countryside with some coffee and an apple, always somebody was sitting there then I could just say that I had won a strange band to my dog and stood in mental connection to her. Sometimes it needs not my voice, if I would like her to join me, that she should come, then I loved to watch my little one friend with bright white teeth came right to me, without that I called after her, I saw her running and laughing at me. The listeners were flat and barely understood what happened to them, because I knew it, and the had to notice.
I also had three appointments with a bride bathing naked and picnicking. Nobody came added. We were not disturbed by anyone until the end of this. In the summer, the city started to cultivate that nature area and to open up for rich investors. Already half a year later everything had become a construction site. The hippy bride received an edition of my autobiography. And she took it with her, and brought it back to me the next day, because the book was not to her liking. This is not all in all 'positive' enough to her, she said. While I introduced a friendly familiy then, I watched the chick shames her clothes, seemed to be overwhelmed, that I had other friends and got ready to leave, because these nice people probably as well too much 'positive', she saw as I was so nice with.
Mable taught me a lot. All her emotions. She had one amount of emotional life in her little heart. In the morning, she wakes me up under the loft bed on the smooth floor with a joyful dance that lasts until I get out to greet her. The brighter the day, the sooner I will be awakened!
Lightning and thunder could not harm us so far. And this old socks from the previous house, I get not to face anymore, which is better. The new and better apartment has become a real home for me.
At the annual fireworks I can see the pictures in the sky from three consider directions as I have a very bright apartment with windows in three directions. The evening sun from the room is sometimes so magnificent to admire from here.
We are sitting on the couch together and watch the changes in the evening red on sky and the flying birds and all the colors of a painter, that constantly flow into each other and in one minute to conjure up a completely new image.
Let's take a look at a movie, then Mable insists cuddling under my blanket nibbles my toes on my lap. She goes to the market every Saturday to buy her dog sausage from the butcher.
There she is rewarded and caressed a lot. People there are very animal-loving and outgoing. We have one every Saturday market day.
I also taught Mabel early, to be nice to all wheelchair users. She has now internalized that so much that she stormy, kisses and lovingly welcomes simply every wheelchair driver.
People are very happy about this sensitive dog. Now she is beginning to get very brave, to get near to small children and kiss their hands. Lately come some of the very little girls of just two three years, brave with daddy's hand and Mable exhilarating their fear of their size and overcoming to pet extensively afterwards.
Then she is proud.
We went to the dusk after a long day in nature towards the car when bats pass in the sky. I had to laugh so loud and snorted out - 'You look yes like big little ducklings with too small wings!'
When I did a big vaccine on Mable, she had fever in the evening. But as a trained physiotherapist and experienced mother I arrived at my usual home remedies. I put her little wet towels around her feet, cold envelopes and reached within an hour that her nose was cool and damp and she was alive again.
At the beginning we drove together tours, Mable and my bike. But one day she was more frightening and pulled me off three times suddenly, that I had a injured knee for a while. But I used all tricks with pinched nerves or tendons. The knee had to be fixed with the right movements and it crashed a bit, then everything was fine again.
So Mable once had a too intrusive encounter with a male, that she began to turn her hips so, she dislocated the right hind leg in the hip. She showed that it hurt her very much. She could not occur anymore. What does a massage therapist do in this case?
Yes exactly, we made gymnastic and moved her leg to become in its right position. It suddenly crashed and everything was back in place. She could safely return home.
When we visited a place, then Mable had it in the evening not good at home. The day after I knew what it was. She had chewed on tons of chocolates, which were thrown to nature by the coward scamps, scattered as poison baits to the strollers along the water to keep the people away from their houses.
She was not feeling well. What did I do? There is one remedies that make even horses happy, which are very good as far as digestion is concerned. I boiled a liter of water, sat down a chamomile tea, sweetened it with some vegetable stevia, cooled off the tea a little, put three full hands of flaxseed into it and let it swell. After a minute the porridge was ready and she was fine and ate the porridge well. Then I stayed with her for two long hours and stroked her all the time. Beaten two hours needed it, then finally the dog relaxed. The sickness had left her, and she gave me a grateful relaxed look to the side, because she was feeling better.
In the Newspaper was actually read that area for dog owners represented a danger. That was good to know.
Just like I quickly catch my son when coughing then Eucalyptus steam baths helped with cough and throat discomfort. Steam baths with peppermint oil kept ready, at tonsillitis. In fears could help homeopathic for a while these Kamomilla beads With headache helped facial massage. When my son couldn't fall asleep, he just fell asleep with me on the couch. I also made for a while homemade probiotic yogurt, almost the same as buttermilk, the intestinal flora was a wonderful gift.
When the grains and flaxseed, the nuts and fresh crushed oatmeal held in glasses are always one iron reserve, if the supplies ran out. The dog and I are now a team. We like to go on our tours through the forest and a walk outside the city. There are always very nice encounters to visit. One day was probably the day of excuses.
We just left the forest, a man passed us, he said only fast at me 'Excuse me'. I answered 'For what?' That was it. Shortly thereafter, a colored boy stood in front of me just alone as me. He said he was already waiting half an hour for a visiting friend. He would not get so much visit, that's why he comes pretty much alone in this world. I told him that it it works me the same way. My child grew up even without a father and I never had many friends. He answered me then ' I'm sorry.' At that time, a man in the city passed me by and said in my direction 'Forgive me'. So everyone apologized to me for something that no one had done, but it had a strong soothing effect. I knew there were others out there. People who had sensitivity. I know anyway, when I meet crying people in the street what I need to tell and to comfort them or to bring them to laughter. It's so easy for me because I learned it, to jump over my shadow.
I can do now good for others and quite casual bypass with strangers. But I also have the caution and understand that I can't take it all. I can't protect them all. But I have learned to go through this world with open eyes, and open my mouth, when I see something.
Recently I ran with Mable in the woods, and a young guy with a dog came to meet us. We talked really splendidly and were keenly interested in what the other thought of what ever. When I completely ignored Mable's attitude that suddenly happened. I looked at her, she flattened, saw me sadly and lay on his back. She almost whimpered. I saw my own dog crying because she was not felt and thought that I was only interested in this guy and his dog. We saw it all and ran to her. I talked to her, stroked her and said she did not need to cry just because I was talking. The dog went up to her, licked her a bit worried the nose, kissed her and licked her tear ducts of the eyes. The man spoke as well and gently at her and stroked her forehead. Then she believed that her world was alright and straightened up.