Souls are energy on the
temporal/emotional plane, a pure mental being
almost oblivious to the corporeal world.
There are souls in forms other
than human being.
Human beings are creatures of
Souls comfort the creature in
Human beings are ultimately
concerned with security at the expense of all
Souls are only concerned with
Sonny was a soul.
I know myself to be a soul, an
A person, a soul, who viscerally
feels every day, the ills and joys of the world.
It drains a soul to live amongst
The constant human scramble
to survive takes its toll on a soul.
But souls know souls and they
reach out to protect each other from humanity.
Sonny protected me from
I believe in the higher reaches
A place where benevolence
rather than defense accommodates life.
Sonny was a benevolent soul, the
best kind of human being.
I first met Sonny the
night of a girlfriend's birthday.
She had been crying her eyes
out for six months at the loss of a Heeler/Cross
we had adopted from the pound.
I cooked a dinner to cheer her
up, but she moped all the way through it.
The phone rang.
Kim Lord from Whistler
Animals Galore, or WAG, was calling to see if
we'd be interested in fostering a Blue Heeler
she had in stir.
I warily looked across the table
at my miserable friend and simply said,
"It's for you."
looked at me, took the phone, listened for a
few seconds, her eyes grew bigger, her
disposition brightened and we enjoyed our
first agreeable evening in months.
The next day we found
ourselves, once again, at the WAG lock-up.
Bandit, our first dog from
WAG, was a Red Heeler/Cross and my
introduction to Australian Cattle Dogs.
A tremendous breed of working
He was a handful only because
he had no soul.
That's not to say I didn't love
this beast, but there was only one entity on the
face of this earth as far as he was concerned
and his name was Bandit!
When we first met Bandit he
would run free around six or eight other dogs
we were walking on leashes for WAG because
the staff assured us he would behave himself.
We'd walk them all to the beach
at Lost Lake and let them loose.
Bandit was clearly the
fastest and true to his nature would herd the
lot of them to their exhaustion and his obvious
On the way to the beach
he would race circles around our entourage
through the forest and underbrush on both
sides of the Valley Trail.