Over the weeks after returning from Phoenix, without the puppy I had agreed to, and without seeing the puppy litter, I continued to prepare myself for a female puppy when I could return to Phoenix. I merely assumed the dream images were showing me something different, in the mysterious and symbolic way dreams can, than I was planning for in the agreement of a female puppy. This was partially reinforced by a dream that came to me in which I was standing on a river bank with a small group of people. This smaller puppy appeared that was black and white with soft, thick curly hair and came to me approaching me from my left. He rolled over on his back for me to rub his belly. I gently put my foot on his belly, and rubbed his belly while rocking him back and forth, while gently pushing him inch by inch into the water, so that he would get use to being in water. He began floating on the river water on his back with great delight.
I communicated to Phoenix that Robyn’s daughter Shanna might be the one who would know, which puppy was the one for me; and I also communicated shortly later that I kept receiving dreams with a male puppy in it, even though I knew it had to be female. Within a few days, I received an email communication from Mary saying that Robyn told her to tell me that I could have any gender that appeared to be the right puppy; and that they would keep attentive to see, which one they felt it might be.
While waiting for the opportunity to return to Phoenix, which appeared eminent due to the request by Mary to conduct an intensive training on Intuition for a small group of folks I had a curious meditation one early evening before dinner. I kept seeing the lanky puppy that appeared in my dreams in my mind’s eye to my left and in front of me, from the same direction he traveled to me in my dreams. I felt his energy field, and his loving nature; he felt so familiar, like a long lost friend.
In Phoenix, on my return visit, it took about five days before I made it over the Robyn’s place to meet Anderson. There were about eight people sitting and standing in the living room talking for about an hour, when Robyn, without warning, brought Anderson in the room from the opposite end, in which I was sitting. He came into the room and, without looking at others as he passed them, walked directly down the center of the room; then, without looking up at me, turned to me with head down, and stuck his head between my knees and legs, and held his head there for what seemed like five or more minutes. Then, after lifting his head he gave me such nice, direct eye contact.
What struck me about his entrance more than anything though was his appearance. I had been expecting a red haired puppy like the color of his father. But he was curly blond, and tall and lanky, with huge paws, just as in the dreams and meditation.
An other thing that struck me was how he late began bounding around the room jumping over my legs and those of others sitting on the couch and chairs – from a standing position leaping like a deer or kangaroo, springing and jumping into laps, licking faces and twirling making turns with great joy. Robyn said she had never seen him behave quite like that. That behavior has become his “mark” or persona.
I communicated to Phoenix that Robyn’s daughter Shanna might be the one who would know, which puppy was the one for me; and I also communicated shortly later that I kept receiving dreams with a male puppy in it, even though I knew it had to be female. Within a few days, I received an email communication from Mary saying that Robyn told her to tell me that I could have any gender that appeared to be the right puppy; and that they would keep attentive to see, which one they felt it might be.
While waiting for the opportunity to return to Phoenix, which appeared eminent due to the request by Mary to conduct an intensive training on Intuition for a small group of folks I had a curious meditation one early evening before dinner. I kept seeing the lanky puppy that appeared in my dreams in my mind’s eye to my left and in front of me, from the same direction he traveled to me in my dreams. I felt his energy field, and his loving nature; he felt so familiar, like a long lost friend.
In Phoenix, on my return visit, it took about five days before I made it over the Robyn’s place to meet Anderson. There were about eight people sitting and standing in the living room talking for about an hour, when Robyn, without warning, brought Anderson in the room from the opposite end, in which I was sitting. He came into the room and, without looking at others as he passed them, walked directly down the center of the room; then, without looking up at me, turned to me with head down, and stuck his head between my knees and legs, and held his head there for what seemed like five or more minutes. Then, after lifting his head he gave me such nice, direct eye contact.
What struck me about his entrance more than anything though was his appearance. I had been expecting a red haired puppy like the color of his father. But he was curly blond, and tall and lanky, with huge paws, just as in the dreams and meditation.
An other thing that struck me was how he late began bounding around the room jumping over my legs and those of others sitting on the couch and chairs – from a standing position leaping like a deer or kangaroo, springing and jumping into laps, licking faces and twirling making turns with great joy. Robyn said she had never seen him behave quite like that. That behavior has become his “mark” or persona.
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