April 29,2011

YoYo Update: The Power of The Paw and the faith of all who believed that YoYo was meant to become part of our family is incredibly strong...and successfully swayed the Universe. After midnight, we received a call from Roxanne, the angel who is helping arrange the transport, telling us that the rescuer had given permission to release YoYo to us for transport this morning. We went to bed, convinced that it was not going to happen. We took the news with caution since we had been at this point several times during the past few days, so we waited to see. But YoYo has been on the road a couple of hours now so we feel safe in joyfully announcing: YoYo is on his way home! We will finally be able to put our arms around our baby on Tuesday night but he IS happily riding in the car, windows open, and seeming very happy, according to reports. Thank you all for your prayers and energies and support...and special thanks to so many whom we will devote another post to...this is a wonderful community...and world!


White Dog is my daemon, my soulmate, and I just expect that no matter what she will be there with the proper response. The emotional empathy that our dogs experience with us always astounds me for its high consciousness...seldom are they wrong and often they have us figured out before we do. This is not my thought process as I hold WD tightly as a shield against the world or relax into the sublime calmness of her curled against me on her back as she stares deeply into my eyes. Or when she licks the tears from my cheek. Or knows just to sit quietly with her head on my arm.

The past few days have been an emotional roller coaster as we try to finalize arrangements to bring YoYo, the blind Eskie from Northern California that we are adopting, to us, his new forever family. The plans have been up then down and then completely train-wrecked when the rescuer's own mom was rushed to ICU in another state and is on life support. She is dealing with a lot of stress and is also feeling some sense of attachment to YoYo who has been with her long enough to respond to her voice.

There are other factors as well...the threat from animal control in her city to seize the animals...all of the wonderful people who have volunteered to put their lives on hold to drive and overnight YoYo as he makes his way to us (and their flexibility to shifting schedules). Every time I think we have things worked out, the plan breaks down.

White Dog sat with me all day as I phone called, begged, cried in frustration, lost hope, rebounded, and wanted to give up. She was uncanny in her response to my needs and truly, if it had not been for her, I probably would have totally lost perspective and belief that YoYo WILL come home.

Even more astounding is that she was able to communicate my need to Quinn, Nuka, and Puff. Each in their own way came to me with reassurance and encouragement and by the end of the day, White Dog sat at my side, and the other three were arrayed around me, cocooning me in a circle of quiet strength and determination. I cried at the beauty of their devotion.

Things are still very undetermined and I am still very nervous about how things will play out. If it were up to the dogs, YoYo would be here already...we hope YoYo can feel that and comes home soon.