The sun’s reflection dances on the water like a thousand stars. “I’m not running today,” says Seamus. “I am happy to potter about and look for crabs.”
I have a good sniff at some seaweed. It smells of a hidden world, the magic world below the water. Some empty crab shells are entangled in the greens. Further along the shore the seagulls find a few more to pick clean.
A woman in a quilted coat and high boots appears from the dunes with a black greyhound on the lead. Our companion clicks her tongue and we gather around her. She clips our leads on when the woman calls over. “Let them run,” she says. “He’s fine, it’s me who has the problem.”
Our companion releases our leads and I approach the greyhound in a polite curve, so as not to alarm him. He wags his tail and leans forward to touch my nose. He seems a very kind soul.
“Why aren’t you off the lead?” I ask him. “She stopped believing in herself,” says the hound. “She has put me through training for recall and I always come back to her in class. When we go out she wants to let me off the lead, but then she stops herself and starts sending me all these frightening images. There’s pictures of me breaking my neck in a rabbit hole, pictures of me getting hit by a car. They’re so scary I don’t even want to be off the lead if that’s what’s going to happen to me.”
I tap the woman’s hand with my paw and tap on the leash.
“Would you like me to let him off sweetie?” she asks. I look straight into her eyes. Yes, I do want you to let him off. This dog was born to run! But first you need to let go of those pictures you are making.
Look at me. This is what you want to picture your greyhound doing when he is off the lead, instead of the pictures you are creating now.
I run off in a wide circle and come straight back.
“I’m not sure he’ll come back to me the way you come back,” she says.
She holds my gaze for a moment and I tell her. All you need to do is to believe in yourself. Believe in what is possible. Picture what is possible. Send your dog happy images of him running and enjoying himself and coming back to you when you call him.
She nods at me, unclips the lead and the greyhound runs towards the sea. “Angus,” she says, “Angus, Angus, Angus, Angus!”
I giver her a short sharp bark. “Oh, I am doing too much, aren’t I?” she says. I touch her hand with my nose and she begins to relax. Angus sweeps past for a couple of laps with Eivor and comes back with his tongue hanging out.
The woman beams with joy. “Thank you so much for helping me,” she says. “I just needed that extra push.” Angus wags his tail as he walks away with his companion. Hopefully he’ll have many more happy runs to enjoy.
We continue our own walk along the beach and I catch a few balls.
When humans are thinking they create images that go with their thoughts. Animals can see the pictures you make so make sure you are sending your animal friend pictures of what you want to see instead of what you’re afraid of.
Keep your thoughts and your pictures positive around your animals. Always believe in yourself, because your animals believe in you.
I send you all so much love,