Watson ~ In Love, Light, & Laughter

Hi To All My Wonderful Friends,

I wanted to say thanks for all your support during my fierce battle with Bad Fred over the last few months and to tell you that sometimes, as we all know, winning comes at a great cost.  I feel that, together, we managed to slay that Awful Darkness so he won't hurt anybody else, but it did cost me my fleshy suit from which I emerged relatively peacefully on Thursday morning around 11.  I was so happy to be in my own backyard, with mom and Stephy and my little brother Bailey there. And my Auntie Rupa was with me singing her lovely Buddhist songs and helping me Transition from this plane to the Other Side most easily.

I am happy to tell you that I am wildly celebrating the almost immediate return of my whole moustache and beard to my face!  I am, however, still getting acclimated to all the freedom of movement I have outside my fleshy suit, testing the limitlessness and speediness of it all. It's kind of like if you were to suddenly get in and try to drive a Bugatti, I suspect... very cool, but a little heady at first.  All in all, I feel so liberated to be Home and in a place where conflict, tragedy, “natural” disasters, and pain don't exist and where there is only Good News and no political or religious debates. Because of that, and because there is no concern for potty training puppies, there is no need for newspapers here.  Boy Oh Boy, is it Seriously Wonderful on this Other Side, or what?!  I'd almost forgotten over the 9 years I was embodied.  Not that I didn't have an awful lot of fun loving all of you and playing tug and feeling just overwhelmed by all the heart-centered energy caressing my fleshy suit all the time There, but it is different Out Here... Easier... Lighter... Brighter.  You will see one day and I will be waiting here to greet each and every one of you when you Cross Over. 

So far, I've located my old friend, Mary Jane Valentine who has a Beautiful Bright Glow about her, Deb's Yuneyer, a Big Loving Peaceful Retriever (whom I didn't really know personally in the body but who is a super cool dude) has come by for a romp or two. I've also crossed paths a couple times with that lovely golden Mherikhu, with my little walking buddy from long ago, Gaby, with a charming big albino chocolate lab, Zoe, and with two big sweet cats named Albert and Jason. Of course, all my prior brother and sister puppy dogs and cats, Scooter, Boo, Acey, Bhakti, and even that standoffish Cheetah have been over to greet me.  My daddy, William, is here... though I wish he'd brought along the big white sneaker I used to carry around when I was little. Of course, he has made me some water slides already and they're really fun.  What a wonderful place this is... endless gorgeous fields in which to romp and play, water slides, tennis balls everywhere you go, great-smelling tasty food, and everybody's super friendly and easy going.  And one more thing: everything is funny and everybody laughs out loud a lot... including dogs!

Even though I am just getting my bearings and learning how to fly and teleport again (It's crazy fun... you can just think where you want to go and magically and suddenly just end up right there... kind of like in Harry Potter, but you don't need any floo powder or a port key... you just picture it and There You Are!), I am trying to keep close to Mom, Steph, and my little brother for awhile to try to help them not feel so sad.  They'll get better I know... Mom is quite the Strong Soldier, like me, and Stephy is especially good at taking tender care of Bailey.

Mom had a Pet Intuitive (www.calmhealer.com) come on Wednesday night to talk with me and then she came over again Friday to talk with Bailey.  I liked her.  She is a very soothing presence and she did some Reiki while we all talked.  I'm glad she helped them all understand that, as Clem (the guy from where they take the empty suits for Transformation) drove off down the street with my fleshy suit, it was I that randomly set off the big alarm bells in mom's car just to let everybody know I was still here and that I hadn't gone with the suit.  That was the best I could do to get through to them because they were all so busy being sad, though I honestly thought that the sadness was unnecessary, if they'd just been paying attention, because I was Still Here. 

Terri, that nice lady, also asked Bailey if he would be interested in my jobs as Waiting Room Greeter/Healer and mom's Fitness Trainer/Work Out Buddy and Chief Cuddler, but he said, "Not really, except for the Cuddling sometimes and, only then, with people he knows."  I could have told them that.  He gets too anxious around people he doesn't know.  He has his own Gifts, but he is just Too Sensitive.  So I told him to tell her to tell mom to get him a little brother who could do those things.  I've been trying to tell mom that for several weeks now, but she thought that was a Wrong Thing to think and it would make me leave sooner.  She's so silly.  She knows that everybody gets out of their fleshy suits at Just The Right Time And Not A Minute Sooner and that I wouldn't leave her if I could have stayed.  But I knew the expiration date of my suit was coming up and I was just trying to show her some of the candidates I'd been considering to take over my Very Important Jobs.  It's not a bad thing and I was trying to tell her I would train the little guy for her myself. And maybe I might even reincarnate, my own self. I know mom would love that, but I haven’t really decided yet. Earth is a pretty big mess right now and maybe I can be more help if I stay here and Advise. And besides, if I did reincarnate and the Republicans beat out Obama in 2012, I’d be really mad I came back. 

I think I've finally gotten through to mom about getting serious about my successor though, because she appears to be compulsively looking through the resumes of those I've picked out.  Since some of them aren't embodied yet, she gets a little perplexed at times, and she is the Worst I've Ever Seen at Trusting the messages I'm sending because they aren't verbal or written.  Man.  That woman sure needs to learn to Let Go, Listen Differently, and TRUST!  Her mom tried to tell her that when she Crossed Over almost 30 years ago and she has a Ton of friends (some of you, actually... You know who you are) who are super good Listeners and try everything they know to teach her.  I don't think she's hopeless exactly, but her Hearing needs some serious work.  Please help me get the beans out of her ears, if you can.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I am Fine and I am still around to help whenever you need me and I may write to you from here from time to time when I have a chance.  I have four canine friends and two cats and their people to whom I am sending special Healing Energy and Bright Light currently... to Keea, Jack, Amber, and Cool Dude (wherever you are) and to Joey and Kiri.  Hang in there, buddies!

And I'm radiating Huge Orbs of the Big Golden-White Light of Love to you all. 

Y'all be good to each other!

Woof,

Watson ~ In Love, Light, & Laughter

Bruce Willis, LL Cool J, Vin Diesel, and Me...

Hello Everybody!

It’s been a busy month for me, and some of you have been so kind to ask after me and my current condition. All things considered, I’m trotting right along in Extremely Good Spirits.

At first, when all my hair fell out, I was just horrified, but now I’m getting used to being bald and mom says she read once, long long ago, in Reader’s Digest that “baldness is a sign of viritility!” She’s been telling me to think of Bruce Willis, LL Cool J, and Vin Diesel, all of whom she says are “hot,” whatever that is. I think it’s something good, though, so I suppose I want to be it and, now that my skin has turned brown and soft and is all very lovely, I think I am. And mom got me some very cool Doggles with flames on the sides to protect my eyes. They aren’t all that comfortable— a little confining, I’d say, but they look unbelievably cool, don't you think so?

(Here I am, looking unbelievably cool and “hot” both at the same time!)

Last week, I took DCA Magic Capsules for 5 days and became Canadian… eh!… because DCA is from Canada. My UDOW (Uncle Dr. Obi wan) sent them special just for me and they starve Bad Fred of sugar so he will just give up and Suicide. Mom says it would make anybody do that because sugar is just delicious.

Hey has anybody read the Chet and Bernie books? Well, they are really good. Mom and I read all three of them, and now Chet and I are friends… Look! http://www.chetthedog.com/friends-of-chet-gallery. But please don’t tell Chet I sent my old photo from when I had a lot of hair. I don’t think he’d mind, but it does make me more recognizable and probably would rule out undercover work.

So last week I had a little mouth bleed that scared everybody to death.  It was sure messy, but it’s gone now and I’m getting to take Yunnan Baiyao from CHINA! That was first formulated in 1902 and proud Chinese soldiers used to carry it with them in case they got shot so they wouldn’t bleed to death. Well I’m a Proud Soldier too.

Now, however, everybody’s all up in arms because my blood is not coagulating fast enough for them. Honestly! So that nice Dr. Sara called in the Cavalry who said that I should have another belly ultrasound and a chest xray on Wednesday.  Then my UDOW told mom that maybe she could get another test of my coagulation time, first, on Tuesday and see if it’s better. Mom was just on a Mission to get to the bottom of things. (She admits it: Her middle name is Relentless.)  He said, partly because of my low Fibrinogen level and high D-Dimer (whatever those are), that it could all be because Bad Fred, so upset that he couldn’t find any sugar, just up and Spontaneously Combusted part of himself and that triggered DIC (Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation) which is something that sounds very exciting to me. I think so. Don’t you? So I think that’s it. Mom is really really hoping that's it too, but because I've been swallowing a little hard the last few days, she said maybe I could ask you all for some energy and prayers that Bad Fred hasn't been sneakin around somewhere in the shadows. Don't worry. I'll get him, if he has, because I have special orange night lenses for my Doggles.

Another good news is that my limp seems to be gone. All four of my legs appear to be working just perfectly now. Mom’s been treating me all gingerly and stuff, but we walked a little over 3 blocks today and she was so happy I caught her thinking we might both get back in shape after all. That was some Big Thinking because she fell down last week and just about took out her left knee. Clumsy. Probably would do better if she had four legs like me. Now she’s all black and blue. I had to lend her some of my Calendula cream and, of course, marigolds have already started sprouting out her leg! So for her to think we’d both get back in shape… well, that’s what I call Great Expectations, myself. I can do it, but maybe she should be careful not to trip.

Okay well that’s all for now, I think. Except I’d like to share with you the song mom keeps singin to me a lot lately. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8awZofkp3jI  She can’t carry a tune, but please don’t tell her because I like it when she sings to me. I hum along, myself, but real quietly. If you could hear it, I'd kind of sound like that Casey did on American Idol. I thought he was just Great!

All my love and gratitude to all of you straight from my heart… for your presence in my life, your healing energies, and all your prayers.

Woof… eh!

Watson-The-Terrible-With-Doggles

And, guarding my left flank, my little brother Bailey

Marigolds (and Aloe) Are Sprouting From My Face…

Hello to all my Special Friends and Strong Energy Warriors,

This has been a pretty curious week For Sure!  First, I woke up one morning with my mouth and throat On Fire.  It hurt just to swallow... worse than when they stole my tonsil a few weeks ago.  And my head was On Fire too and I was so nauseated!  I was hungry, but Not, if you know what I mean.  I was Just Miserable and I can take a lot.  I didn't complain, though, because that is never any use and just makes everybody sad.  I just tried to stay in one spot real still and keep my mouth closed.  All the drooling was a problem.  I didn't want to even open my eyes. 

Wow.  In about another day, I didn't want to scare everybody and I Was thirsty, so I finally was able to lick crushed ice out of mom's hands a little bit. That nice radiation lady, Kim, had told mom and Stephy before to put some Maalox, Lidocaine, and Benedryl in a syringe and shoot it right into my mouth and on my gums and that put the fire there to sleep a little. Then Tramadol helped some and, eventually, Auntie Dr. Mrs. Obi Wan (AKA: Auntie Dr. Jillellen) and her Very Nice Dr. Daughter Micaela (would she be my Dr. Cousin Obi Wan?), who is a veterinarian to Scottish dogs (who, like all Scots, are probably a somber lot… though come to think of it, I haven’t really ever met a Scottish Terrier in person and maybe they aren’t actually as dour as I imagine because their pictures are really kind of cute), called mom and was able to convince her to also give me the Gabapentin Dr. Sara prescribed.  Mom is tentative about giving me medicine.  She's so afraid it'll kill me.  I appreciate that.  I know it's hard to know about how much pain I have because I make a point to Never Complain.  I'm such a Strong Boy and my job is to make people happy... not worry them to death. 

Then, if you can believe it, ALL MY HAIR FELL OUT... all over the left side of my face, under my chin and neck, some on my left ear, up on my forehead, all around my left eye!  Shocker!  My skin isn't supposed to be exposed to the elements like that and it was all red and raw and burned.  What was THAT about?  Every time mom looked at me, I was balder and balder.  (I was just praying that I wouldn't be mistaken for a Mexican Hairless!  They are cute, in an odd sort of way, but I'm from Australia and I don't speak any Spanish.)  I could see mom was worried too and sometimes she got tears in her eyes, but she said she felt trivial and like an "ingrate"... (what the heck is That?) so she stopped the tears and just smiled at me and looked in my left eye... the bad one... but that's where she says the "Soul" is.

When mom told my wonderful Uncle Dr. Obi Wan (AKA: UDOW) she was upset because I can no longer do the things I love, like sitting in our office waiting room to welcome everybody, taking walks in the sunshine, etc., he wrote her the most beautiful thing.  I really liked what he said so I'll tell it to you:

Try to adopt the attitude of Watson. Learn from him. He will be able to do (and love) all those things again, and he will be adorable in a different way in another month or 2. This is gooey "inside the cocoon stage" (and needs to be protected from people who wouldn't understand or would be frightened). There's a dog with character and battle scars on the other side of this.

He is so wise and he Knows things...  It helped mom a lot.  Amen. 

Fortunately, my Auntie Dr. Jillellen is Super Wise too and told mom to cut some aloe from the garden and also to go get me some Calendula gel for my face.  We have Plenty of aloe at our house because Grandma May planted baby aloes back in the early 1970s before I was ever born.  (That was fortunate because mom burned the heck out of her feet once when she got an ad for a fire walk in her mail box three times and decided that three times was some sort of code from God that she should go...  Afterwards, she was mighty grateful for those aloe plants for awhile.)  And did you know that Calendula gel is made from MARIGOLDS?!  How BEAUTIFUL IS THAT?! So now I have aloe and Marigolds sprouting from my face!  I'm sure of it.  Because my face feels Beautiful and mom doesn't cry anymore.  ALSO, my wise and kindly UDOW sent mom some special botanical makeup with sunscreen in it that's Super Healing and feels extremely nice.  NOW I am SO BEAUTIFUL!  It's just like in the song by Joe Cocker http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlDmslyGmGI that Mom goes around "singing" to me. She can't carry a tune to save her life, but please don't tell her because I like it.

The radiation burns and hair loss all over my face, neck, and head have been way more extensive that my lovely Dr. Sara expected with "palliative treatment." I have struggled to understand the meaning of this and have Concluded With Certainty that it is because All My VERY POWERFUL Friends Sent Big Energy Medicine!  MY friends all want me to be Cured, not "Palliated," so all of you bumped up the Power of the Light Wars and seriously amplified the effectiveness of our assault on my nemesis, that Ugly Bad Fred. He is As Good As Dead now.  I'm sure he was Shocked that I had So Much Sunshine on My Side!  Mom says I have more Powerful Friends than Carter Has Pills.  What the heck does that mean and who is Carter?  

So, in sum, I just wanted you to know that I am doing well.  I am still happy to be taking Tramadol and some Gabapentin, but I am eating and drinking well and, this morning, I am even playing with my toys again and "shopping" the counters for treats.  All in all, I am feeling Very Lucky that you are all there and that you Boosted The Powers of my Light Saber in our collaborative effort to eliminate Bad Fred!  THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! 

With All The Love There Is To Give and Woof!

Watson-The-Terrible-with-Marigolds (Sort of like Lucy in The Sky with Diamonds) 

Battle Fatigue: The Amendment

Dear Friends and Fellow Soldiers,

Just a short update since I last wrote… It won’t be long because I don’t feel so good right now. I’m sure I will feel better soon, but the last 24 hours have really sucked. Or well, rather, I didn’t suck on Anything At All from yesterday afternoon until late this afternoon when I was willing to nuzzle ice chips from mom’s hand. Then I finally found I was able to lick some doggie ice cream from Stephy’s hand and then I drank up some chicken broth with chipped ice in it. Everybody here was So Relieved, including me! (Well, maybe not Bailey. He didn’t really seem to care, but I know he probably loves me so I didn’t take it personally.) It was as though my tongue got stuck or something and my mouth hurt so bad I didn’t want to put anything into it. I felt quite confused and agitated and just kept wandering around the house. I couldn’t think of what I was supposed to be doing. I’d go up to my water bowl, look at it, and just walk away. It was pathetic. I was awake All Last Night. That didn’t help because then I was sleep-deprived all day today. And the Drooling has been TERRIBLE! Unseemly. Thank goodness I didn’t go to work today and mom and Stephy kept switching between work and home so somebody was always with me.

I am feeling a little better this evening and, on a happy note, My very nice friend, Carolyn, sent me a HANDSOME Lionheart pendant for my collar and Stephy helped me put it on. It’s from New Guinea… near Australia where I was born and has real Rosewood in it. I know it is helping me feel Strong and Brave through this new difficulty.

I'm certain that my current troubles are just Bad Fred putting up a Big Fight before he Goes Down For Good, but if you would, could you please send me some anti-nausea and painlessness Energy for my mouth! I’ll write more when I’m out of the woods. (Why do they say that… “out of the woods?”… are the woods someplace Bad? I don’t think so. Well anyway…)

I remain your Grateful and Fierce Warrior, Watson-The-Terrible,

Woof!

PS Still losing hair, but I refuse to do a comb over no matter what. I don’t mean to be mean, but Donald Trump is goofy-looking.

Battle Fatigue: Next time use sunscreen.

Hello to All My Wonderful Four- and Two-legged Friends,

I think all the energy you’ve been sending must have really been working as I’ve had some Very Unusual Things happen which indicate, to me at least, that Bad Fred is Shrinking Back more and more each day in the face of my/our Formidable Powers! Some of the Unusual Things have been uncomfortable for me, but with an exorcism of sorts, that’s what one would expect. Linda Blair would tell you that.

Suddenly last weekend, when I was quite battle-weary, I noticed that my breath smelled strangely foul! Now my sense of smell is excellent… much better than yours (no insult intended) and my Very Own Smell had become a Stranger to me. Horrifying. I was so ashamed. I worried that everyone would run screaming from me (I would run screaming from myself, but that’s not possible, I’ve found). I have always had Very Sweet Breath and I have had regular bi-monthly grooming and hygiene appointments since I was a small pup. I have been fastidious in my attention to presentation. And more importantly, one should Always know his own smell… otherwise one might get lost and be unable to track his scent back home. But this was a smell Nobody should ever have to remember. It seemed that this smell might be Death Itself and, for just a moment, I thought Uh Oh. But then I realized that I felt a little too happy for Me to be dying. I was quite relieved when Kim, the nice radiation lady, told mom that it was from the Light Wars which means that it is the stench of Bad Fred dying even though she said it wasn’t. I don’t believe her. That is Definitely Bad Fred coming out my mouth! I would know his putrid smell anywhere. But the good news is that she told us that the smell should go away within a week to 10 days. That was a Big Relief! I can feel him already slinking away bit by bit.

And in addition to Bad Fred coming out my mouth, last Friday, my face became all red and searing hot and sunburned and my hair has been falling out in patches, like between my eyebrows and on the left side of my face where my moustache should be and under my mouth on my chin toward my neck! My Auntie Dr. Jillellen (Mrs. Dr. Obi Wan) called mom last night and told her to put aloe plant on my burns and to get some Calendula gel for them too which she, of course, ran right out and did this afternoon because she loves me and simply can’t stand for me to feel bad. Somebody must have just made that Calendula gel with me in mind because it is very soothing. My Auntie told us that it’s made of marigolds so maybe flowers will grow on my face. That might be wonderful since I feel that I’m starting to look just Frightful. Mom says not to worry because she was once bald from a war, but she could wear a wig or her baseball cap. What am I to do?! How can I get a wig to cover up half a moustache or my beard? (Maybe I could get a goatee, though I think it doesn’t really do much for Howie Mandell if you want to know the truth.) Everybody has always loved my thick curly hair and my bushy, stuffed-animal-like face. I sure hope people won’t be afraid of me now (except, of course, for Bad Fred) despite my Very Odd Appearance. The other problem is that, with my moustache gone, food falls out of my mouth on that side and I DROOL and I get So Worried people will mistake me for one of those slobbery Basset Hounds or a St. Bernard. I, personally, have always felt it discourteous to drool. Now I know that those who do it must not be able to help it.

All in all, though, I’m feeling pretty good… just a little battle-weary like most Fierce Soldiers feel when they come home from the Front Lines on Leave. I guess I sort of look like the war-torn fighter that I am. And because they know how hard I fought on the Front Lines, mom and Stephy make my food for me from scratch. I even get them to hand- or spoon-feed me if I wait long enough, and I get a LOT of love and attention. Bailey got so jealous last week that he developed an ear infection and a Big Allergic Food Reaction and kept mom up two whole nights itching himself! (He couldn’t keep me awake because I was knocked out on Tramadol… thank heavens.) We took him to see our friend, Dr. Dave (http://www.allcreaturescarecottage.com/contactinfo.nxg), on Thursday and he’s much better now but unhappily having to tolerate the full measure of my Alpha, albeit benevolent, status. He was so mad today that he jumped up on the couch and tried to sit down right on my head! Boy did that make Stephy mad.

Stephy shoots some Lidocaine/Benedryl/CherryMaalox juice in my mouth to make my gum sores not hurt and I am getting all the cottage cheese and Stella & Chewy’s Duck and crumbled hamburger I can eat. But could somebody tell them, please, that I Really Don’t Like Vegetables?! Mom doesn’t much like vegetables either so I am shocked that she looks so disappointed when I put them on the rug. I must be O+ blood type like she is because I Really Like Meat. Oh I do love cottage cheese though. I heard her mention to Stephy that she’s making cauliflower tonight and hopes I will eat some of that. In Their Dreams.

Mom is currently studying up on and acquiring all the best supplements and medicines to use along with the DCA my Uncle Dr. Obi Wan (UDOW/My Commander-In-Chief) sent me. I’m taking a Lot of Strong Miracle Energy in capsule and tablet form currently. They aren’t too tasty, but if I swallow them fast, they go down without too much ado and I’m told that each one contains Huge Magic. When I start taking DCA (The Godfather of Magic Capsules) that will make it impossible for Bad Fred to ingest Any Sugar At All and that would make pretty much anyone jump right off a bridge and die of depression (just ask anybody you know) so he’s In For It Now. Mom asked a lot of questions to that nice Dr. Sara last week, she’s been studying up in some huge book on Tactical Maneuvers, and she says she’s also gonna type up what she thinks we’re supposed to do and send it to Commander UDOW for confirmation of our next Marching Orders tomorrow maybe. Meanwhile, I’m just gonna take a nap and hope the rest of my hair stays put.

My good friend, Diana, sent me this video the other day and I feel it is just PERFECT for Times Like These. It’s pretty much how I think about things and I hope you’ll like it and think of me when you see it: http://www.youtube.com/embed/oXvJ8UquYoo

As always, thank you for your continued prayers, healing Light, angels, kindly witches, and friendly tree spirits.

Woof,

Watson-The-Terrible, Still Only Moderately Embattled By War

(The Z on my hat stands for Zorro)