Once upon a time I brought my full heart home in the form of fox like creature w/long red hair, weighing in at 9 lbs. talk about playful and grateful!
Here's the relevant points in the dream to illustrate precognition; destiny, perhaps. Or was my awareness traveling and sending to the brain signals as I searched for Foxie?
1) I acquired Foxie on the 5th day after I had paid a visit to the pound. The dream came after my pound visit to inform me Foxie was in the pound, but I had failed to see her.  She had been lying outside her cage in the sun area each dog is given. A lot of dogs cannot be seen unless u go outside. The noise level is too much. I wanted to hurry through. It hurts your heart in such a place; they all want to come home with you. This is why the dream indicated I had "left" my dog here, when I knew in reality I had been there and my special pet was not there.
If I had shielded myself from the barking I would have had the presence of mind to locate what was meant to be mine. I would have dream instruction to return and retrieve her. I desired a special pet that fit with my personality. The dream would tell me from the time I’d searched for her until the time I held her would be 5 days. Not having the key in dream language was symbolic that on Monday, humane society, next door to the pound was closed. I thought I would surely find my new pet in the humane society, not in the pound. This part of the dream would show me frantically walking both buildings and rooms locked to me. Both bldgs appeared co-joined, which they are not structurally, they are separated by a parking lot in reality, but in dream language, my unconscious connected the buildings, as both businesses cooperated with one another in terms of adoptable, small pets were supposed to be shuffled over to the humane society side.
I have concluded from these type of dreams that the feelings will be re-experienced in real time which occurred in the dream to the most accuracy and reliability.
2) Both buildings were accurately portrayed as single level. I treaded down the long aisles apprehensively searching.
Foxie was scheduled to be put down quite soon, thus the apprehension to return quickly to retrieve her. I would not know this fact until the day I actually retrieved her, however the feeling of having to hurry in the dream was accurate.
3) The dream implied I already owned this dog and had a responsibility towards her. I had not believed I would find her on the death side of the two establishments. Foxie, for some reason did not get shuffled over to be saved by humane society.  A cage exists outside for afterhour drop off of animals. Foxie had been dropped off awhile back they said. No one could volunteer anymore info on her. It's like she was lost in the paperwork. I never could figure out why this desirable pet was on the wrong side of the fence but some part of me would rescue her.
My confusion to interpret this dream was because of the strong dream feeling that I already owned this dog, when it was to be an acquisition of a new pet.
This reminds me of a universal law where if you want something, you cultivate a feeling that you already have this item, giving thanks for it daily until it does manifest. I was doing this, only I was doing it unconsciously within dream.
A glimpse into the future as it were. The dream showed the place closed and me with no key setting the date as Monday for my knowledge. The Humane Society was always closed on Monday, while the pound stayed open. I could have had her with me on Thursday when I was there the first time, so there was this dream to guide me back to her. This is to say, that belief systems can get in our way, as I believed something to the effect that what I was looking for in a dog would NOT be in the pound, but next door, which was closed on Monday so naturally I had no key.
4) THE message in this dream is BELIEF SYSTEMS can get in the way of your creative manifestation. Ahhhhh!!!!!! I would believe in the impossible!
A little rambling here-she is perfect and has already accepted me. In the cage, I wasn't sure whether she had been ruined by mistreatment. She cowered and shook, tail between legs. Her butt was all wet. The dogs’ quarters are sprayed with a powerful hose daily. Larger dogs can take the force of the stream of water much better than a small animal. It looked like trauma-induced anxiety to me. I did see and desire, I must have created her advent into my life. I saw an image of a red fox like critter in my head several times during this period of life, but thought it was wishful thinking on my part. NOT! She looks just like what I saw. She was full of fleas and ticks. Got her home and took care of that right away.
The mind is a wondrous thing. We can get what we want by assuming that we can have what we want and being grateful for that event, as already in manifestation.
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I almost didn't get her. The officer said she was trying to nip him when he went to retrieve her so I turned to leave disappointed, thinking she was ruined. We see a lot of that in Roswell, NM. I had asked him to bring out number 54 so I could introduce her to Freedom, to see if they would get on or not. I was outside and the receptionist came out and told me to wait, that she will try to bring her out, as in 3 days they would put her to sleep if I did not take her. What message from the eyes passed between the receptionist and I? I remember the moment well. There was a message and she answered me in her spirit. She obeyed her spirit from my spirit. The lady had a more gentle approach and managed to bring Foxie out. Foxie was just scared, no problem. She's not a Tasmanian devil, ok? Not all people understand animals, how it is necessary for them to develop a defensive attitude when they are approached too abruptly, which has caused them injury, most likely intentional. Roswell is not kind to animals but they are slowly changing this sad fact with new ordinances.
Foxie came out and wagged her tail at Freedom and right away they like each other. At home she slowly got playful and it looks like I have managed to bring some playfulness into my life after all. I have received a thank you kiss and she sits and stares at me with huge eyes and I can tell what she's thinking. She's thinking, where am I, how did I get here? How did my luck change? Who is this lady? Is she mine? Am I in love?
While I wrote my book, I needed to get out of the house and away from the computer. The pets provided for me the service of forcing me to get physical exercise in order to take care of their needs.
God bless the beasts and the children.

Beautiful experiences Alysia and Vicky.     Mucho gracias for sharing.   We just recently and unexpectedly got a little kitten.  Dunno why kittens are so darn cute, but they are cuter than heck (however cute that is ). 

  Was kind of mad at my roommate at first, cause he's been a rather lazy and inconsiderate roommate all along and consistently, and then without any permission from either Becky or i, he brings home this wee kitten and says, "here i got him for you guys, i won't be able to take care of him/her (we don't know the sex yet).."   

  I was like, ok.. but i can't really object, it's just unbelievably cute.   Becky did want to get a cat eventually, but she wanted to get an older cat from a shelter, she wanted a cat that most others wouldn't have wanted, for that very reason of unwantedness (Becky had mentioned this to our roommate before).   Secretly i kind of wanted a kitten, but i very much agreed with Becky as well, cause older cats from shelters need love just as much as cute kittens.

  Anyways, longish story short, we now have a new kitten in the house.

  Thanks again for your stories, and yes i agree that individual animals do have their own unique energies which can either harmonize well with or de-harmonize with our own energies.  As well as general species, which the ancient Celts and Native Americans knew, and knew that different  people had different affinities with various kinds of plant and animal life.

Vicky wrote on Apr 26^th, 2007 at 1:00pm:


   Oh my, he's a very creative kitty isn't he!?    I hope not all male cats are like that, more so i hope ours isn't male .  Nah, i'm afraid Pee Pee Gonzales will have to stay where he is.  Sorry.

  Cute dog btw Alysia, i too had a dog once named Foxie, who kind of looked like your dog.  It would anger me to no end that sometimes my step father would boot the poor thing, but that's the kind of person my step dad tended to act like.  Thankfully i've learned that we humans wound out out of our own woundedness.

Hi Guys,

My gentleman cat, Spirit, rarely peed where he wasn't sposed to in all of his 18 years here but I did get a great story from my middle daughter-in-law this past weekend. She reported coming home after a weekend away and both my son and she went directly to bed without greeting their male cat. During the night, she awoke feeling cold and wet and quickly turned on the light waking up my son.  The cat had peed on both of them and the quilt so much that they had to change into dry clothes and dry bedding before they could go back to bed and of course greet the cat.

That was the last time that they ignored him when they got home and of course the last time he made that particular statement.

It's funny how they let us know when something is the matter but sometimes we just can't figure out their code. I suspect that most of them do not want to soil our stuff with urine and that's why they seem to find "hidden" (at least to them) places to relieve themselfs. Spirit did have a special place where he would constantly relieve himself but I sure it wasn't deliberate to annoy me.  He used to go on my plus dark green bathroom rug and I had to put it away. I don't know what that was all about but it was easy enough thing to get rid of the problem by modifying the environment. My son just called and I was telling him about posting the cat story to you guys and he said that he had to take up his bathroom rugs to. He also added that each one of his 3 cats has an individual standard for the cleanlness of the litter box before their find another place to pee.  Jeese!

Now our poodle went everywhere and it seemed to take a long time for us to realize how much pee was in the rug but she had diabetes. So we had to make sure that we watched where she went to be able to protect the area and provide enough places for her to go.  But that's another story-one which included a visitation from her after she died just to let me know that she forgave me for being impatient with her over this issue.  She was the best! We loved that fiesty little poodle dearly.

Anyhow, they all teach us about love and my sweet gentleman, now that's he's gone, is thought of frequently.

Love to all, Jean

Alysia, I spent some time this past weekend with Rosie, my brother's dog, who looks alot like yours-they think its a Nova Socia T(r?)olling Retreiver. J