A Healing Journey and Lesson’s From My Dog

by Pam Rennie


I sent my husband to the store for Arnica and Bach Flower Rescue Remedy.  The Roses and Chocolate he brought home too were a bonus….

It was a gorgeous spring day, my dachshund Wiley and I were the only ones up that Saturday morning and he was ready to go for a walk. It was just past 8 am and our other Dachshund Oliver; didn’t move from his bed, so just Wiley and I headed out. This was the first miracle; Oliver staying behind was not at all typical. Oliver had back surgery several years before and although well healed and doing great, he would forever be a bit weak in his hindquarters.

If we saw them, we avoided the two big Black dogs, or devil dogs as my husband called them (we later learned the next door neighbor called them demon dogs!). They were loose too often and once when trying to help them get back to their house they charged towards me. After that day I stayed away and told anyone if you see them loose, go inside. I also learned the dogs had charged my next door neighbor’s children at play, but had been stopped before they could reach them.

That Saturday morning Wiley and I walked our normal route down the street. We were only two houses down on the sidewalk when it happened. Those two big black dogs came bounding around from the back of their house at a full run like they knew we were there. My little 16 lb dachshund is small, but he thinks he is big. He has told off big dogs before when we are walking, but he didn’t even see them coming- I am certain because he didn’t make a sound. The big dogs came charging right towards us yet they ignored me and the next thing I knew Wiley was on his back and the had him by the throat. They were like savages growling, teeth gnashing and flailing. It happened in a flash and in an instant I was hearing the most piercing screams.  They were my own.  With no forward thought I knew not to run or try to separate them. I did what I can only say was instinct. I stood screaming at the top of my lungs for my life. You know those nightmares where you need to scream and you can’t? I am now quite certain if you have to scream you can and will. You will probably make sounds you didn’t even know you could make. I stood screaming for what seemed like a very long time. Where was everyone? Why didn’t even one car drive up the road? Time felt frozen. I realized I was holding a leash with an empty collar attached while my dog fought back for his life. Time continued to feel both frozen, like it was not moving and taking a very long time all at once. Where was help?

All of the sudden I heard a booming male voice shout, “What’s going on out here?” Chris, our next door neighbor had stepped into his garage and heard my screams. The deep male voice caused the big dogs heads to raise up and I saw Wiley flip over and run. He was alive was my first thought. He ran into Chris’ open garage. It was over and yet I was in shock. Chris asked if I was ok and I explained in breathless screams what had happened. The big dogs, mysteriously ran into their back yard. Just vanished. Back into their house we later learned. Chris described what he felt as horror hearing my screams then seeing me standing on the sidewalk holding a leash with an empty collar.

We began searching for Wiley, first looking all through Chris’s house since the door was open and I had seen him run into the garage. When we did not find him there I ran home and burst through the front door shouting with ragged voice for my husband. I frantically told him what happened and that I need him to find Wiley with me. Wiley was on our back deck, had had come home. He was shaking, bleeding but ok. I had seen two big dogs come after me (so it appeared), and attack my dog. I knew there were many miracles that had taken place, but for the moment I was in shock. My voice was raw and all but gone and we needed to get Wiley to the vet.

Wiley had some scrapes and a few punctures that would need to be watched because of the type of wounds they were. The Vet said it was a miracle he wasn’t hurt worse or killed. We knew that was true. I knew from what I witnessed, it was a miracle. How odd too that Chris, who stopped the attack had a dog of his own killed in that very way only a few years before.

Next came the journey of healing. We went home and began the road back to ease and well being. It truly had been a big shock for all of us. I was relieved to have Energy Tools in my Tool Box; Heart Point Technique and the Tools of Alchemy in addition to the Arnica, Rescue Remedy and Essential Oils.  I knew to use them to clear the fear and trauma and to have the support of gifted healer friends to call on. It was a time to reach out and ask for help.

I also observed how my dog healed. He got very quiet right from the beginning. He slept, he curled up into himself; a position I didn’t see him in ever. I too, rested and slept. He took the homeopathy and flower essences I offered him for the trauma with ease.

One the third day Wiley began to lick his wounds. Humm that was interesting. I noticed he knew what he need and acted on it. He was also very present as Dogs live in present time. He was happy to look out the window and play a bit when he felt like it, he wasn’t absorbed in what happened, it was in the past. He was also not afraid to walk our usual path down the street. He would begin to go that way, and I would steer him in the opposite direction. It’s taken me much longer to clear the trauma and memory I realized.

The day of the attack I felt so much gratitude for the safety both Wiley and I had experienced.  I was also curious. My guidance told me the Archangels rendered the big dog’s bites worthless, I knew that was true because the two dogs were really going at him. I also learned Wiley had a choice. To stay or go and he chose stay. For me. He knew I still needed him were the messages I received.

Several days later, as I was reaching for something my back gave out. It went into horrible spasms like I had never experienced. I was laid up for days recovering. Why did this effect me so deeply? I was curious at the intensity of the trauma and emotional pain I was feeling. An inner knowing told me there was more to this. I was not just feeling this present life experience but also memories of Atlantis where our beloved animals were so hurt…as we were also.

Life moved on. Then on the three year anniversary week of the event my back was in similar pain again Ahhhh, more lessons. I was surprised to learn that I still held anger for the big dogs………..I had done plenty of energy work, lot’s and lot’s around fear, but really, had I not forgiven them for doing what came naturally to them as dogs?  I saw what I had not looked at. I would still get angry at the thought of it happening again. ANGER was stuck in my muscles and tissues! I was angry at how much I screamed, angry at pictures I still saw in my memory of the attack and of the what if’s.

While I had been looking at how grateful I was for the positive outcome, my back was playing out the deeper emotions. I really was angry.  I was angry that the dog owners took no responsibility and even tried to deny it happened, saying their dogs weren’t “like that” and it wasn’t so bad and even saying that Wiley had initiated the attack!  I finally admitted for the first time that I would get angry when I walked my dogs thinking what if….Oh, I would do energy work to clear that and redirect my thoughts as I know the Law of Attraction, but I had missed the picture behind that. I was still holding anger in my thoughts and even in my tissues. In doing this, I was not complete in healing this experience. I looked towards Wiley. I felt certain he was complete. HE didn’t show any fear or upset when we stepped outside! I knew I did not want to hold or experience this level of anger hidden or not any longer.

I determined there is a value in using good judgement and intuition in the future when I walked my dogs, but there is no value in holding onto any of this now past experience, that doing so would weigh like heavy baggage and alter my vibration. I smiled at Wiley, what a wonderful teacher and companion he had been through this experience.

Wiley who we have had since he was 6 weeks old is now a frosty faced old boy about to turn 14.

Dogs truly are unconditional Love and I am convinced they are very big Souls and great teachers. My Wiley has been all of those.  I am grateful for the big lessons this Long Little Doggie has taught me. And especially grateful that on that day, he chose to stay around a while longer.

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