Diana Cooper - 7 July

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My New Home

Today is a momentous day. Here I am at last!

I wish I had a mirror. I cant wait to see what I look like! Im told Im small, fluffy and white with one brown ear, a brown patch over one eye and a gorgeous, feathery tail. My grandfather was a Papillon (a butterfly dog, made famous by Marie Antoinette), and my mother was a Jack Russell. What an amazing combination rough and tough mixed with soft and feminine. My angels helped my soul make this choice and they are dancing right now, celebrating my safe delivery.

Oh, I wonder is the world ready for me?

What do you think?

Here I am!

Im eight weeks old and ooh! a lady is coming to see my litter any minute. She wants to choose one of us. Everyone is excited and I feel very nervous. I wonder if it will be me? Fluff went to his new home yesterday and it seems quiet without him, even though there are still six of us.

The doorbell rings and I wait expectantly. Two ladies walk into the room and their angels are right behind them; one is golden and the other is green and silver. Its a very small space and the puppy pen takes up most of the area, so the visitors sit side by side on the sofa. We puppies are let out of the cage and my brothers and sisters jump all over them.

Dogs are very good at tuning into peoples thoughts and feelings. Suddenly, I sense which lady is looking for a puppy and that she will choose me.

Animals have two Guardian Angels and Im told we need them. When I see both of my angels talking to the ladys golden one, I know I was right. So while the other puppies pull at the visitors hair, leap onto their shoulders and lick them, I sit quietly at my new mums feet. The golden angel whispers into her ear. She smiles and picks me up and I relax on her lap. It feels good and very familiar. We look at each other and it sounds corny but we fall in love!!

This ones for me, the lady says, smiling. A whole host of angels appear in the room cheering and clapping in joy.

My new mum leaves some money and says she will come back for me tomorrow. I have collywobbles in my tummy.

My brothers and sisters keep telling me its important to be my new mums boss. I have to be top dog, they say, and they give me all sorts of ideas how to do this. Oh dear, I like her and want to please her, but they say I have to uphold dog-hood! Is that for the highest good?

My new mum is coming to collect me any minute! The doorbell rings and I nearly jump out of my skin. Once again she sits on the sofa with her friend, Dee, and strokes me. My yellow angels seem to merge with her golden one around us. They are helping us to get to know each other energetically and it feels safe and tingly warm.

Dee turns to Mum suddenly and says, Have you thought of a name for her?

I prick up my ears because Ive been trying to tell them my name telepathically. If they are really on my wavelength they will get it right. Please, please listen. Mum smiles and says, Yes, I have. Shes Venus!

Hooray!

Dee looks amazed and says, Thats what I was going to suggest!

Of course you were, I thought. Ive been telling you telepathically! Thank goodness they were tuned in. How dreadful if Id been called Sweetie or Patch. I couldnt have borne that.

Im a special puppy and I need a special name Venus, the Morning Star, High Priestess of Atlantis, Goddess of Love. Thats me!

Mum carries me outside and I snuggle into her arms. Id like to lick her face but I content myself with licking her hand and she seems to like that. Dee gets into the car and Mum places me carefully on Dees lap, then slides into the driving seat.

Mum calls in Archangel Michael to protect us on the journey and a deep blue light shimmers round the car. So thats what the blue light is! Ive seen it sometimes hovering around one of us puppies or around a person. There really are archangels. Thats cool!

We drive home carefully and Mum seems very pleased to have me and Im pleased to have her so far.

I sleep in a little basket by Mums bed and every so often she leans down and strokes my ears. She says this is my bed but my aim is to sleep on her bed. One day I will. My angels know Im safe so they are waiting and watching quietly on the other side of the room. They say their task is to stay near me and observe, unless I need help or ask for it.

Very early in the morning Mum brings me downstairs and puts me outside on the soft grass. Its getting light and the birds are singing the dawn chorus. My angels communicate that each morning the archangels give the birds messages about nature and cosmic energies, and they sing them in for the day. In ancient times the people and animals understood this information but now the daily cosmic news only touches us unconsciously.

While Mum and I sit on the swinging seat in the garden, I lie on her lap and we watch the sunrise and enjoy the peace of nature until other people start to stir at 7 a.m. This is true Zen contentment. Perhaps Im to be a type of Buddhist contemplative canine, spreading peace wherever I go.

Zen contentment