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I Talk To Animals

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I talk to animals.

As a dog-walker/pet-sitter, it’s part of my job, actually.

Most of the time, it’s senseless banter — oohing and aahing over their cuteness, venting about this or that, or just talking to break the silence a bit. Sometimes, but not too often, the animals actually listen to me and once in a while, they even talk back.

. . .

I’ve always been drawn to animals. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been able to relate to animals better than I can relate to humans. People often comment on how good I am with animals and how they can really feel my passion when I’m around animals or speak of them. Some even joke that I’m a bit of an “animal whisperer.” I always tend to laugh off those remarks, though. I’m passionate about animals, yes, but an animal communicator? I don’t think so.

But not long ago, something happened that changed my thoughts about animals and how the lines of communication between us and them work.

I’d been working for a client, walking their three dogs, for almost three years when one of their dogs was diagnosed with cancer. He had surgery and was taking chemotherapy pills, but his prognosis was not good. I was saddened by the news, of course, but knowing dogs’ resilience, I hoped for much more time with my buddy. The months passed and his health seemed steady — you really couldn’t tell there was anything wrong with him. Then one day, about six months after his diagnosis, things started to change. He became slower and he seemed winded after even short walks. We modified his care needs to lessen the strain on his body, but his health continued to decline. He still seemed to have some zest for life left, though, and would use every bit of energy he had to get outside for a bit when I came for his walk. Eventually, his legs became so week, he had trouble standing and needed help getting up from the floor. A few days later, his breathing seemed different and I knew my time with him was growing short. Each time I visited with him, I wondered if it would be my last.

Then one day, I knew it was.

He couldn’t support himself at all anymore and was feeble and struggling. He’d lost the spark in his eye and looked uncomfortable and defeated. I sobbed as I carried him outside and laid him down in the grass. He couldn’t even stand to urinate, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to be able to enjoy some time outside as he always had. He laid his head down in the grass and as a bright beam of sunlight hit his face, his eyes closed and a peaceful look washed over him. I actually thought he was passing away right then and there and quickly made sure he was still breathing.

He was.

After a few minutes like that, he seemed ready to go back inside, so I carried him in and sat with him for a while. Stroking his beautiful, long fur and telling him, through sobs, that I loved him and that it was okay for him to leave. I told him that I knew he didn’t feel well and that he was worried about his owners and the two other dogs in the house, but that it was okay. I told him everyone would miss him, but that no one wanted to see him suffering any longer. I asked him to go on his own so that his owners didn’t have to make the decision to let him go. I told him all these things, kissed him, pulled myself together and headed out. I knew that would be the last time I’d see him.

Sure enough, later that night, I received word that he had passed on his own, at home.

Was it just coincidence that he passed that night, after I had had that long one-on-one with him? Maybe. “Probably”, I tell myself. But a part of me thinks that maybe it wasn’t. I can’t seem to erase from my mind the signs that he gave me that day. They struck me as so profound and I think that was his way of acknowledging all I had done for him and thanking me for all the fun memories we’d made during our three years together. It was like his final farewell to me.

I used to think that animals listened, to an extent, to the words we speak, but after this incident, I realize that the connections we have with them and the ability for them to send and receive messages is greater than I could imagine. I picked up a book recently at a thrift shop, Learning Their Language, by renowned intuitive communicator, author and teacher, Marta Williams, in which Williams instructs readers on how to get in touch with the intuitive side that lives within each of us to connect with animals and nature in ways we never imagined we could. I don’t think it’s something you really understand, or even believe in, though, until you experience it for yourself. After my experience, I am definitely a believer and I now approach each interaction I have with animals with new appreciation and receptiveness. Maybe I really am an animal whisperer, after all.

Do you believe animals communicate with us? Have you ever received or sent messages from or to an animal? 

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Bombay Seasoned Cobra Corn: A Review

You’re welcome in advance, guys…

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That’s the only word I can think of to describe Cobra Corn‘s Bombay Seasoned popcorn. And when I say ridiculous, I mean it in a great way. Like, “Cobra Corn is so damn good, it’s ridiculous!,” ridiculous.

I’m not a huge popcorn fan. Don’t get me wrong — I’ll eat it — but it’s just not something I am likely to seek out as a snack for myself. So, had I not received a bag of Cobra Corn in a food swap box program I participate in on Facebook, I may have missed out on this tasty little snack. And that would have been a minor tragedy, in my opinion. But let’s not dwell on what could have been…

My husband — definitely a bigger popcorn lover than I am — spied the Cobra Corn as soon as we opened up our box of goodies and plucked the bag for himself to take as a snack at work one night. I asked him to save me a few pieces so I could have a taste. One taste was all it took to win me over.

This popcorn isn’t anything at all like your movie-theatre-style stuff. It’s bold, spicy and exotic. All three flavors that the manufacturer offers (Bombay Seasoning, Chai Caramel and Himalayan Mountain Salt) are made from natural, non-GMO ingredients and are vegan and gluten-free.

The concept’s not incredibly complicated: popcorn, a little oil and some common spices. I’m sure it could be attempted in any home kitchen, but I doubt it would turn out nearly as good. Sort of like when you get a new haircut. You can never get it to look quite as good as the stylist did. Or is that just me?… 

Crumbs. Delicious crumbs. All that were left before I realized I should snap a pic.

Crumbs. Delicious crumbs. All that were left before I realized I should snap a pic.

The food swapper that introduced me to my newest snacking obsession (I’m deeming her my new BFF), lives in Texas. I’ve never seen it in stores around me, so I’m not sure where to buy it but you can bet that I’m on a mission to find it! The website’s store locator didn’t produce any results near me, but the free shipping offered through the manufacturer is really tempting me, although I’m not so sure I can wait that long for some more of this stuff!

Do yourself a favor: get your hands on a bag of Cobra Corn, stuff your face with it, then thank me for telling you about it! I accept virtual hugs, signatures on my chicken petition and cute pictures of animals. Preferably cows.

Who’s tried Cobra Corn? Do you love it?

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Live Chickens In Casino Games: Just Because It’s Legal Doesn’t Mean It’s Right!

Two weekends ago, Anthony and I spent a glorious long weekend in upstate NY, with visits to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary and Catskill Animal Sanctuary, to celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary (a recap to come, soon!), where we cozied up to cows, frolicked with goats and hugged chickens.

The chickens were friendly and curious and funny. It was my first time interacting with them on such an intimate level and I must say, I was blown away by their sweet dispositions and happy-go-lucky approach to life. If you’ve never hugged a chicken, I suggest you do so at least once in your lifetime.

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jena and chicken

This past weekend, though, those memories of happy chickens were quickly marred by reality after I received a text from a friend with a photo similar to this one:

tic tac chicken

If you’re wondering what the hell this is, I’ll tell you what the hell it is. It’s a live chicken being exploited by humans (we humans are so good at that) in a “Man vs. Chicken” tic-tac-toe game at the Tropicana Casino in Atlantic City, NJ.


I’m serious.

If you don’t get it, don’t worry — neither did I.

Apparently, it’s a throwback to casino games of old. The gist: you play against the chicken to see who is smarter. The chicken pecks to choose her spaces and if she wins, she gets food. If you win, which you are not likely to do — these games are notorious for being rigged – you win money.

If this sounds pretty innocent to you, you must not know a whole lot about chickens. Chickens are social, smart and curious beings with specific environmental and dietary needs. They have the same complex emotions as our beloved dogs and cats do. They feel pain. They get scared. They experience loneliness.  Placing them in a glass box inside a casino for the sole purpose of generating money from a few saps who want to test their smarts against a chicken is inherently cruel and goes against everything chicken-like in a chicken’s life.

If that’s not bad enough, how about this fact? According to everyone I’ve spoken to and what I’ve been able to garner from online research, this is a perfectly legal practice. The chickens receive food, shelter and are rotated throughout the day, so there is no case for animal cruelty.

Okay, so it’s legal. But that doesn’t mean it’s right! In this day in age, when technology rules the world, this kind of stuff just isn’t necessary and it certainly isn’t cool. Maybe it was back in the sixties and seventies, but it’s 2014, people!! 

If you’re sensing a tone in this post, you’re not mistaken. I am infuriated that this is happening and that no one is doing anything about it. I plan to follow up on some reports I made regarding this situation and if time allows, to set up some protests to bring about an end to this “game” quickly and completely. In the meantime, I’ve started a petition on change.org. If you feel that using live animals in casino games is wrong, please visit the petition, sign it, write to Tropicana and share, share, share!

The chickens are counting on us to be their voice!!!

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Friday Faves: The Little Red Mailbox

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North Carolina’s Outer Banks is a special place and one that I’ve visited several times. It’s home to a herd of beautiful, free-roaming wild horses (let’s make sure they stay that way!), it’s where I spotted a bald eagle in the wild for the first time and the star-specked nighttime sky as viewed from the beach may literally take your breath away (it did, mine) — it looks like something straight out of the pages of National Geographic.

It’s also home to The Little Red Mailbox.

The Little Red Mailbox was placed along the beach access at Glenmere Beach in Kill Devil Hills this summer by resident Sue Goodrich. Goodrich, who found solace by the sea when her mother passed away, hopes that the mailbox and its contents — a journal and pens — will help others to find that same peace. “It’s a place to share your thoughts, dreams, feelings or secrets or to just visit what others have left along their journey,” she says. “Everybody needs a little hope, and helping others also helps ourselves,” she says.

To say that I love this idea would be an understatement. I wish there could be a Little Red Mailbox in every town around the globe. This world so needs it.

Life is the craziest ride we’ll ever embark on. It can be wonderful and beautiful and happy, but at times, it can be incredibly lonely, scary and downright tough. When life gets you down, though, sometimes all it takes is a snippet or two of wisdom, a little note of hope, to keep you going and get you through the tough stuff. That’s what The Little Red Mailbox does. That’s what we all need to do.

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The first entry, penned by Goodrich herself.

If you don’t live in or near the Outer Banks, you can still be a part of this wonderful movement to spread hope and happiness. Send a note to the following address and it will be added to the notebook inside the mailbox:

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Here’s my note, all ready to go:

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Please take the notion of The Little Red Mailbox to heart. Everyone we encounter on a daily basis is fighting their own battles — some publicly and some privately — and all could benefit from a little extra kindness, love and hope. It’s up to us to spread it.

Much love and happiness, my friends.

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Black Cats are For Witches

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Black cats are for witches.

And by witches, I mean “women.”

Or “financially independent persons.”

Or “someone who is married with no children.”

Or “someone who is married with many children.”

Or “someone who has a birthmark.”

Or, well… I think you get it. The list of reasons that would classify someone as a witch (in 1692, at least) are just about as bogus as the belief that black cats bring bad luck or that they’re somehow connected to witchcraft or devil-worship.

The truth is, black cats are the same as grey cats, orange cats, calico cats, tabby cats and even bald cats. Cats are cats. Sadly though, a lot of people let their superstitious sides take over, causing them to shy away from black cats (and black dogs, too) when choosing a new pet. It’s called Black Dog (or Cat) Syndrome and it’s a real thing.

And a serious thing.

A life or death thing. Black dogs and cats are often the longest residents in shelters and rescue groups which means — yep, you guessed it — they’re usually the first to be euthanized to make space. All because of the color of their fur. Come on, people, are we really still thinking with such narrow-mindedness in today’s day in age? I don’t get it.

Black cats make great pets. I have one of my own and while I admit I’ve been completely and utterly spellbound by her beauty, feisty personality and silky fur, she has not cast any evil upon me. Well, you know… Not anything above and beyond the usual jerkiness that felines tend to exude.

So, here’s a challenge for you all. The next time you’re looking to add a new furry member to the family, go to your local animal shelter and ask to see the black cats first. Or the black dogs. I dare you not to fall in love with one of them.

Oh, but Halloween is next week, so you’d better wait until mid-November since shelters are leery to adopt out black cats too close to Halloween since apparently, some sickos try to adopt black cats near Halloween and then torture them or use them in ritual sacrifices. Nice, huh? I can’t stand people, most of the time sometimes!

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Who has loved a black cat?! Tell me about him/her!


Pumpkin Spice Dip

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I have two words for you: Pumpkin. Spice.

They’re slapped on just about everything this time of year, aren’t they? Beer. Coffee. Gum. Lip gloss. Pringles (gag!!). (Non-veg) burgers (double-gag!!). Candles. Dog treats.

Something about that combination of creamy, tangy pumpkin and warm, robust spices just screams “AUTUMN IS HERE!!!” and puts everyone in a better mood while giving them the warm fuzzies inside. Okay, so maybe those last two are pushing the boundaries of wishful thinking, but you get my point, right? Fall just wouldn’t be fall without a little bit of pumpkin spice.

I hosted a small dinner party on Sunday evening and decided to jump on the pumpkin spice bandwagon with a dessert dip that was inspired by my walk past a display of spiced wafers. The black and orange boxes spoke to me and that was it — pumpkin spice dip it would be!

This dip is just the right amount of sweet and spicy, but not so much so that you can’t taste the star of the show — the pumpkin. And perhaps the best part: it takes literally seconds to prepare!

Here’s what you’ll need to make it:

  • 1 16-oz. can pumpkin puree
  • 4 oz. vegan cream cheese
  • 1/4 cup agave
  • 1 tsp. ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg
  • 1/2 tsp. allspice

To prepare:

  1. Combine all ingredients in a bowl and mix well. (I went the lazy route and whizzed it around it my Vitamix a few times).
  2. Refrigerate for at least one hour before serving.
  3. Serve with spiced wafers or cinnamon pita chips.

That’s all there is to it! This dip will satisfy your pumpkin spice craving and is super quick and easy to throw together in a pinch for a last-minute, festive get-together.

Give it a try and let me know what you think!

Pumpkin spice freaks (and I mean that lovingly, of course!), what are your favorite pumpkin spice things

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Turn an Old Yoga Mat Into Useful Stuff!

When I started my yoga journey a little over a year ago, I didn’t want to spend an arm and a leg on expensive equipment because, truthfully, I wasn’t sure I’d really stick with it. I thought that yoga, like my attempts at jewelry-making, running, scrapbooking and a few other hastily chosen activities would be short-lived. Luckily for me (in more ways than one!), it wasn’t and a few months ago, I decided to replace my $5, stinky and falling-apart mat from Five Below with a slightly more sophisticated and durable version. I was about to toss the old mat in the dumpster, but my inner hoarder DIYer stopped me in my tracks.

‘I could make something with this, certainly, instead of sending it to a landfill!,’ I thought, and after a few moments of contemplation, decided to turn it into backing for some throw rugs and pet items that had constantly been slipping and sliding across our laminate floors. So I grabbed my scissors and got to work and soon turned this:


Sad, old, stinky yoga mat. (Hello, Sally!)

Sad, old, stinky yoga mat. (Hello, Sally!)

Into this:


Useful stuff! (Hi, Checkers!)

Useful stuff! (Hi, Checkers!)

And by “this,” I mean two backings for throw rugs, one for a cat bed and two for cat food mats. (And a little left over for future use.) Score!

All of this literally took me seconds to do. No measuring, no fuss and no glueing required. I eyeballed measurements for everything, made a few cuts and laid the ex-yoga mat underneath the throw rug, cat bed, etc. It’s as easy as that! And a whole lot cheaper than doling out some moolah for a  commercially-made product.

But, don’t you for a second think that your old yoga buddy has to be destined to serve as backing for a throw rug. No way! There are tons of other ideas for what you can do with a used-up yoga mat. Check out this post (and this one, too) for some super cool suggestions for giving your beloved pal another valuable purpose.


Fellow yogis and yoginis, have you ever DIY-ed something from an old yoga mat? 


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