Bev and Harry...First time out...

I felt tremendous pride for Harry. He basically did so much better
than I expected him to that as my fear began to fly away I could feel
we were on a joint mission. His was to handle himself in an
acceptable way in very new surroundings with a lot of distractions
which increased his focus on me. My mission was to conquer my own
fears of being looked at, perhaps being made fun of, and as we each
focused on our own job in this experience the synchronicity of the
moment that brought us a little boy to learn the same things we were
learning. His anxiety brought about his own type of behavior to
handle his anxiety about getting to know the "hairy stranger", named
Harry. As he focused on Harry and his job to give him treats, he
quieted, gave the dog food and looked into his eyes and and they
spoke boy/dog language. During those few seconds the boy learned
Harry was safe and Harry learned the boy was safe. I learned to trust
my dog a little more. I learned through the interactions and comments
of the people in the store I was not thought of as a fool, but a
friendly person, with a friendly dog and we met for a few seconds,
people we'd never met before. I felt happy for the first time in
months, sharing an adventure with Harry, my prince. Bev

*da dog is being watched...*	*da dog has been spotted...*	*da dog has been met...*


*Bev & Harry strike a pose...* *with* *Mt. Shasta & Ray's* *Totem*		*I LIKE this...*