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Chapter 20 – The Night Daniel’s Tears Ran Dry

The night was crawling in. Friday was no joke. It was getting busy. 

Half asleep, Daniel opened his eyes. Heavy with whiskey leftovers, his slumbering consciousness was abruptly woken up by the loud laughter of the first partygoers. 

“Son of a bitch, you can’t just keep it quiet, can you!”, he swore angrily with his half-open eyes as he was stumbling to find his way to the bathroom and take the second shower for that evening. 

The noise outside was the least of his problems. The hangover was not the issue, either. As he opened his eyes, the nightmare came back into his mind.

He couldn’t get rid of it. He just couldn’t and he hated it. Used to usually having his way in life during the day, at night, he suffered.

Dreams were a payback time. 

The nightmare was recurring since he was twelve. The details were often painted in different colors, but the core of the story was nevertheless the same. 

How couldn’t it be – it was a replay of a real event that took place in his family at another time, when his mother Rachel was alive and he had a chance to feel loved, as much as she could love. 

Rachel was not the perfect mother. She was very ill and could hardly take care of her basic needs during her last days. Daniel didn’t have siblings and with both parents alive, he felt alone, so terribly alone. 

Joseph, his father was rarely at home. His friendship with alcohol was in its prime at the moment. Jobless for who knows what time, Joseph was growing violent as hell. His tolerance levels were on the edge. Most of the time, he yelled than speaking like a normal person. His rage was exasperated by his wife’s powerlessness and the paralyzing fear that he would lose it all if she goes away. 

That enraged behavior was occasionally interrupted by his wife’s coughs that reverberated eerily. Her coughs were omens that this family boiling kettle can’t go forever like this. 

Daniel had to do most of the housework himself. Under the burden of so many duties, at school and home, the tears that suffocated him as a small child dried off in the corners of his eyes. 

When his mom let her last breath out and Joseph slapped him across the face with the hand he carried his ring on, Daniel went into survival mode. On the critical night, his shell finally toughened after he cried for one last time. Although he was still a child, he turned into a proper adult . 

He didn’t even notice that blood was running out from the open slit on the cheek. He kept his palm on his face, wondering what just happened, as his mom’s lifeless body laid down spread down on the bed with her chest silent, free from coughs, and her face going grey.

Rachel was dead.

Joseph couldn’t find a better way to deal with the tragedy. He did what he knew best. He poured his anger onto Daniel, shouting in despair as the lights on the neighboring houses started lighting up. It was a poor, but quiet neighborhood and people usually lived in concordance. So much noise was atypical. People were noticing that something weird was happening. 

When Daniel’s sadness finally overtook him, he started weeping. Joseph was raging and his hands had lost all control. It wasn’t the first time that he had hit his son, but it was the worst. Enthralled by his anger and incapable of facing the reality of the situation, Joseph grunted in hopelessness and slammed the door behind them. 

Daniel knew what followed. He would be back in the early morning in his alcoholic entrapment and go straight to bed to sleep for a couple of hours.

Usually, Daniel used these worry-free hours to talk to his mom and get ready for school. But now, he just didn’t know what to do. He stood in the dark silence until the door opened and his neighbor’s face showed up. He was not alone. Two police officers were accompanying him.

The slap across the face and his mom’s death were a constant theme of his nightmares, especially when he had to meet his dad the next day. This evening was no exception.  

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Chapter 19 – “Stop Calling Me, Mom!”

Isaac remained present for the rest of Pixie’s training. He felt that the main event minutia is left in good hands. Shark had control of the situation at “The Demure” while Pixie was deeply involved in Marshall’s wisdom. Things were evolving according to the plan.

* * *

Charlene had a hard day at work. Her last project was two weeks late and the discord on her team wasn’t helpful. 

Sometimes she felt she had to mother her teammates to complete tasks as required. She was used to doing that. 

But last month was hell. She had to cooperate with the project consultancy section on the sixth floor. They weren’t exactly soft players. Nothing was good enough for them, especially for Daniel who was pushing an agenda coming from the top. He was relentless.

“He is a total bully, I know, but he has to do that. It’s his job. And my team could push a little harder, that’s the truth”, she excused his poor behavior finding justifications just as her phone rang. 

It was her mom. Again. For the fourth time today.

“What’s now, mom? I told you I’m in the middle of an important project. You have to stop calling me”, Charlene replied with impatience in her voice.

“Hello, darling. Don’t be so quick to dismiss your poor mother. You know I miss you terribly. Did you read about the maniac in your area? I just heard about it on the news. He attacked three girls and stole two purses. He wanders around in his underwear shorts, that creep. You have to wear a spray, Charlene. Did you manage to ask about the tickets I needed? Ah, yes, I just got an SMS from my mobile provider. They are offering me a new contract for $35 more. I’m not due in three months, why are they calling me now? What should I do?”

“Mom. Mom, hold on, stop talking so much and so fast! I’m exhausted today. Yes, I got you and Betty two tickets, but you’ll have to pay the VIP price. The basic package is no longer available. I don’t know anything about a maniac, that’s not big news anyway, area and my whole city are full of maniacs and thieves, I know how to take care of myself, I’m not a little girl anymore. Please don’t dump your boredom on me, I have enough on my plate already. I can’t think about this stuff right now!”

“Oh, really? You don’t have a minute about your mother? You know, I have the best intentions at heart when I tell you important news like this. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, what am I going to do without you”?

“Cut it out, mom, I’m overwhelmed with work. I’ll have to hang up now. I’ll call you back when I can, don’t call me again today!” 

Charlene pressed the red hanger button with a lump in her throat as her mother continued to talk about how her daughter disrespects her. 

“Oh, mom, will you ever learn? It’s not all about you,” she thought. Tears crept in her eyes as the weight of the work pressure and her attention-seeking mother pulled her down. 

But it was the end of the week and the Friday night out in “The Demure” was coming. She was so looking forward to it. Getting ready and pampered, and dancing her brains away on the podium was relaxing. The rhythmically whirling dance made her forget all about her troubles.

All… except for one. Daniel. He was coming to the club, too. She hated that. She hated that work was following her in her free time. She wanted to be able to breathe with full lungs and not thinking about how some arrogant consultant full of himself was ruining her project and her weekend.

“Maybe he is right,” a thought passed through her mind again as she struggled between anger and self-doubt when thinking about his feedback report. The split in her team cost her her nerves and a desperate amount of fatigue in the last couple of weeks. 

“That egocentric attitude reminds me so much of someone”, she thought, totally unaware that someone was calling her phone again, after just being asked to stop.

Charlene rejected the call. 

A few minutes later, an SMS notification blinked on the screen: 

“Please try again for the basic tickets, darling, you know how Betty has so many expenses after her husband died.”

Charlene sighed, convinced that her work troubles will eventually end. But, her mom? She wasn’t so sure.

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Chapter 18 – Love through the Eyes of Innocence

Pixie felt shame for some of the decisions she made while being the leader of the outers. She knew too well that she was stubborn as hell sometimes and that although it served her handsomely in conflict, it created a lot of trouble when patience was required.

Patience was coming in leaps and bounds from Marshall’s demeanor. Pixie was more honored to be taking part in tonight’s critical endeavor, especially when she observed the sage love with which the lucid pug filled her cup. 

Choosing her to be Isaac’s partner in spreading love to Daniel and Charlene grew in importance in parallel with the respect she felt for Isaac. It was a gentle reverence, a feeling she often felt for tiny humans who knew much more about love than their grown-up custodians. 

“Small people are so innocent”, a thought rushed through her head, surprising herself by saying the words out loud.

“Ah, children, you mean?”, Isaac’s basset ears were still dangling as he ran up next to her to check on the training. 

“Is that what they call them?”

“Yup.”

“Good to know. Tiny humans or children are my favorite kind of people”, Pixie didn’t mind Isaac overhearing the conversation she had with Marshall.

“Children are fluffy bubbles of love that somehow get harder and turn into soap bars as they mature into adults”, compared Marshall.

“Listen to me now, I’ve turned into Shark, pulling jokes at every turn! Where is that dog, Isaac, is he into some mischief again?”

“Nope, don’t worry. Shark is paying a reconnaissance visit to ‘The Demure. He is at his position to sniff around and watch for any weird stuff. I’ve asked him to help us before we are ready for the full frontal. You know how busy it gets on Friday nights. I’ve noticed a few of the other packs in the area. All those food places that stay open late at night lure them in. It can get pretty crowded, sometimes even feisty. Bloodshed is not exactly a rare occurrence. I wouldn’t want to leave anything to chance, that’s why I’m taking all these precaution measures.”

“Well done, my boy! I’m proud of you. You’ve learned to delegate, which means trust. And Shark should better be engaged with something useful instead of picking up fights and secretly feeling sorry for himself and his old life. That’s healthy for him.”

“But let me get back to all that innocence we all love in small people because that’s how we arrive at principle number seven”, continued Marshall.

“Love must possess innocence or it quickly fades away. You have to be able to look at your loved ones with a fresh pair of eyes each moment. Let the fires burn slowly. Treat them like the small miracle they are, just like children wonder in awe at every new experience. Don’t take them for granted. In that sense, dogs and children are very alike. They are more present in life and appreciate each moment as it comes. Have you noticed that? How do children laugh most of the time and grown-ups worry all the time?”

“But so do dogs when they start to spend more time around people”, said Pixie. I’ve seen pups trying to replicate their owner’s behavior, growing anxieties, and having a worried face.”

“We do. But not to the degree humans do. Why do you think they like having us around them? We teach them to be grateful, present and loving without the expectations of tomorrow’s day or something in return. We remind them to get out of their head and go back to their heart. That’s what we are trying to accomplish with Daniel and Charlene, too.”

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Chapter 17 – Love is Not Magic, It’s a Decision

“We must speed things up, Pixie! If you do this well, and I’m sure you will, we will spend hours together, sharing stories and contemplating life wisdom”. Marshall’s face opened in a wide grin as he started picturing his new disciple’s adventures in the future. He loved being there for someone, as he knew too well what it’s like to have to take care of your own business very young, all by yourself.

“The sixth principle of love is about dedication. Dedication is a simple thing, but many people fail short in meeting it. They think love is some esoteric force that comes out of nowhere and swipes them off of their feet. 

“Does this have something to do with the saying saying ‘swept off one’s feet’, Marshall?” asked Pixie.

“Good point. It has. People often say that someone swept them away off their feet when they fell madly in love. They attribute too many magical qualities to the other person, believing it’s all about the other. But this is a trick our mind plays on us, Pixie. Falling in love and staying in love is a lesson of self-discovery. Unfortunately, people easily know how to fall in love, but rarely know how to stay in the maelstrom. The art is in the stay because that’s when one’s shadow starts creeping in.”

“Shadow? What kind of shadow? The one that shows up in the sun?” Pixie was getting more and more curious.

“Ha-ha! Not exactly, although exposure to the sun is a good metaphor for what happens when two people fall in love. There must be light for a shadow to come up. If we live in constant darkness, we will see no shadows at all. This is about the shadow inside.”

“I guess that Daniel and Pixie have a lot of shadows in their worlds, then!”

“Probably. We all do. You see, the worst part about shadows is that we don’t know we have them until the light is on. And that’s what two people are to each other. Lighthouses. Pocket lamps. We only get to truly know our shadows if someone directs a ray of light directly at us, and that’s what takes place in relationships.”

“Are Daniel and Charlene each other’s lighthouses?”

“They may be. People have complementary shadows. They are perfect for pairing because what one lacks the other is providing, albeit unconsciously. Often, such awareness leads to hurting ourselves and others. We think we love them, but we don’t. We don’t know how. No one has taught us how to love because we have only seen hurtful things. That’s why we need to help Daniel and Charlene learn this.”

“But how come dogs help them? I don’t get it! People seem to be living the best life, why do they hurt each other so much?”

“Ah, it seems they do. And some do, that’s for sure. But many don’t. Nonetheless, the difference between falling in love and staying in love is learning to dance with the shadows. Shadows have a nasty habit of surprising you when you least expect. Dedication in love means staying with the shadows and working through them until they become radiant pieces of your soul again,” added Marshall.

“Love is not magic, though it can feel so nice, people believe they are enchanted. Love is a decision.”

Marshall’s words reverberated in Pixie’s head as she was growing into a completely new dog.

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Chapter 16 – Pixie Flourishes as Her Heart Grows Bigger

Pixie was one third into her training but was already feeling the fur on her back raising with a pleasant pull. The blood in her body tingled with the sweetest tiny tremors and her eyes started sparkling with a newly-found vigor. It was something she has never felt before. 

Those wise healing words pierced through the core of her being and touched at the softest tissue inside. Even for a dog for whom love comes naturally, Pixie was astounded by Marshall’s acumen. His therapeutic words made her stop in her tracks. She was full of love but young and inexperienced. And she never had a guide, a mentor, or someone pointing the right way forward without all those painful learning from her own mistakes.

“I wonder if Daniel and Charlene had such a person in their lives… I wonder if someone taught them how to love themselves, appreciate the moment, and love another without expectations and calculations. Heck, I am just trying to make sense of it all myself and I am a dog! As Marshall says, we know better. If dogs can be so far back in the lessons in love, how far back are humans?” 

Pixie was having this self-talk as she began to understand that there is so much in life she doesn’t know anything about. And that she was lucky to have met Isaac and got on Marshall’s team. Her heart started filling with warmth, kindness, and compassion unfamiliar to the times spent leading her pack. 

She started gaining a new appreciation of life. People seemed less scary. Her fear was diminishing as she started to understand then better. The only problem was, will they be able to reciprocate? Will they learn tough love lessons in so little time? Can Isaac and her inhabit Daniel and Charlene in a single night and consider the job done? Her doubts went up as she asked the old wise pug:

“Can we get this finished in just one night, Marshall? It seems very unlikely. I have a feeling the damage done to these two has taken many years. It can’t be solved with quick-fix solutions, can it? It just looks impossible!,” Pixie shared her concerns loudly.

“Indeed, Pixie. You are partially right. Yet, I’ve seen instant transformations with people we have inhabited in the past.”

“There was this drug addict who went into a withdrawal crisis and beat his own mother so hard that she ended up in intensive care. I think his name was Jay or at least that what people used to call him. It was short of something – Jordan, or James, maybe. He almost died that same night because he took a large dose afterwards and went fully unconscious. 911 arrived at the last minute and put him in intensive care, just a few rooms across from his mom.”

“Fortunately enough, Jay had a colleague with a freshly adopted husky – Simon, who spent some time on our team.”

“Did his colleague call 911?”, Pixie’s curiosity was growing. 

“Yes. Simon decided to make Mark his forever mate (that was the name of the colleague and adoption guy) and found himself on the hospital bed together with him when they went to visit Jay. Jay was already on the brink of desperation, his life losing all sense or meaning due to the low he managed to get to – how could he do that, he thought? How did he ever come to that point to hurt people that love him the most so badly? 

“Amidst the worst of his torment, Simon hopped on his bed and licked his face. Then he howled with that famous ancient husky howl that sounds like it had traveled through time and space and will go on to reverberate in eternity.” 

“The sound of that howl made Jay break into tears. He wept for two nights without a pause. It was terrible. He had intravenous support but the withdrawal symptoms started to kick in hard. His pain went from the usual hardness he knew to unbearable physical and emotional pain he had never faced before.”

“Guilt and awakened conscience took their toil and he felt worthless. He called himself a piece of shit so many times those two nights.”

“Did he get better eventually?”, Pixie was growing fond of Jay already, her natural canine compassion revealing itself.  

“Be patient, Pixie! Mark noticed Simon’s impact on Jay’s well-being and decided to break hospital rules. He sneaked into the room during the night and left Simon through the night to stand by Jay’s side” smiled the pug.  

“What about security, Marshall? Didn’t they kick the dog out or press charges against the irresponsible owner? Or did Simon have some therapy dog license?”

“Nope. Simon wasn’t a therapy dog. But Mark was clever. He did this when security wasn’t watching. They didn’t give dogs visitor badges, so no one knew that the dog sleeps by Jay’s side each night calming him as he was suffering. Simon was very quiet when he wanted to help people. He didn’t make a sound, just calmly slept next to Jay’s feet and licked his arm when Jay would start panicking. Mark came back in the mornings and took the dog out. So, all went smoothly. 

“It only took 48 hours and a husky full of love for Jay to change his ways. This was a rare case, Pixie, but it happens. Generally speaking, you are right – it takes longer for love to penetrate and complete a deep healing cycle for people to be able to wholeheartedly love themselves and others. Some never do”, sadly mentioned Marshall.

“This is the perfect moment to talk about principle number five: love takes time. Simple, but very powerful words for people who are used to instant gratification, including Charlene, who loses herself into another, and Daniel with his almost predatory attitude, who thinks the world exists to serve him,” concluded Marshall. 

“Goodness me, we will never get this done if I continue with the storytelling. Let’s not digress and come back to the task at hand. Deep healing is not what we are doing tonight. We are just doing the initiation. The rest of principle number five will take a little longer,” said Marshall.

“Don’t stop your stories, Marshall! I love them!”, exclaimed Pixie. “Each contains precious gems of wisdom. I learn a lot from them. But I agree, let’s continue with the principles. What’s next?” 

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Chapter 15 – Third and Fourth Principle of Love

“But both of them are very different, Marshall. One is the black moon and the other is the golden sun. One is a wrecking ball, the other one is a dandelion in the wind. One is a forceful spring that makes its own riverbed wherever it goes. The other one is meandering like a huge, calm waterway that has found its peace in the valley. It’s so gentle, it’s invisible.

“They seem like the total opposite. How could the twelve principles work on them both? “I’m not sure how that would work out. If I inhabit Pixie, and Isaac inhabits Charlene, wouldn’t the same principles just separate them further apart?”

“That’s a great question, Pixie. I see where you are coming from. But love is not about maths. It doesn’t work with statistical precision. Or,  rather, it isn’t simple math – it is a complex function – university level math. It is not a simple addition or extraction with pluses and minuses. It’s not linear. It doesn’t go one way only on a straight line.”

“It’s circular, concentrical, multidimensional, irrational. Just like irrational numbers. Pure chaos, sometimes. Gosh, I blabber too much about maths and our minutes are numbered…” 

“So, principle number three is pretty simple, short, and sweet: in love, there is no calculation. If you are calculating and representing people and their actions through numbers or put them on an end of a spectrum, you are not loving, you’re manipulating. Love is horizontal. No one is better or worse. Everyone is a human being deserving of respect and reverence. See what I mean?”

“Fine, but we do have some hierarchy as dogs. And it can sometimes get pretty violent. It’s not that everyone is equal.”

“Ah, yes… It can get violent. Bloody feral, you are right.”  

The corners of Marshall’s eyes swelled with unresolved memories as he remembered the number of canines he loved and that loved him back through the years. The wet sparkle made his big sad pug eyes even bigger and his wrinkly, downward-facing, frowny muzzle even heavier as he remembered the dogs that left him. 

Some of them were like family. “My own family,” he thought. “And now, there is no one left. I am the oldest. From time to time, it can feel terribly alone.” Such heavy thoughts were frequent visitors lately as he was becoming more and more aware of the shortness of a dog’s life, so much shorter than what humans get on average.    

“But dogs never hurt each other out of spite or pure evil, like humans often do, Pixie. For food and shelter, maybe. Sometimes, when they are young and stupid, out of fear. But never, never just to cause pain… And what’s even more important, they never hurt themselves on purpose.” 

“We have an incredibly healthy sense of self-preservation. Which brings us to principle number four: your love must always include yourself, too, otherwise, it’s not love.

You see, I’m not sure either one of our targets for tonight knows how to do that properly. On the surface, it looks like Daniel is completely in love with himself. All that bloated self-esteem and high opinions about himself would make you think he truly loves himself. But all that overworking, overexercising, overdrinking, hooking-up, is that really a sign of self-love?”

“Think about it, Pixie! What would happen if you forget how to sleep, eat well, form long-lasting bonds with other dogs, and nourish your soul by doing what becomes us naturally? And that is to love like we are the love masters of the universe!” 

Pixie listened thoughtfully and started thinking about Charlene: “I guess Marshall is right. All that softness and passivity can’t be good for her. Does she put herself into the love equation? Why is she letting people walk all over her, especially that arrogant, bull-headed, deeply unhappy colleague of hers, Daniel?”           

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Chapter 14 – The Twelve Principles of Love

“Inhabitation is pretty simple. All you need to do is be your dog-self. Trust and good contact with the person mean everything. By practicing these simple principles while you and Isaac gain Charlene’s and Daniel’s trust, you will simultaneously inhabit them. Slowly and carefully, you will help them raise their warmth, break the shell around their hearts, and learn how to ask for what they want. They will get to know how to love themselves”, explained Marshall, contemplating how dogs have warmer bodies than humans, and with a purpose. 

If you ask any dog, the simplest words kept pouring from his mouth, comprehensible to puppies even, and yet so little people knew them and understood them well or at all. 

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean, Marshall”, Pixie was gradually digesting her first lesson. “I believe these principles have something to do with a saying I’ve overheard people use often: ‘we don’t deserve dogs’ – they say. Am I right?”, she directed her black eyes towards Marshall, irises twinkling from the deep dark wells that emerged from beneath the red fur that covered them. 

Half-curious and half confused, Pixie remembered that she’d never had a pampering session. Her territory was full of rich households whose domestic dogs got regular grooming. Thinking about this, Pixie grew more self-conscious as the fact that Isaac stood nearby and watched her all dirty and smelly dawned on her and wrapped her in shame. Luckily, he was too concerned with that evening’s task to concentrate on her self-perceived faults or notice her discomfort.

“It sure does, Pixie. But people who say that they don’t deserve us are actually on a good path. The others are the tough nuts to break. But let’s not digress into minor, unimportant bits. Here is what you need to keep in mind, girl!”, concluded Marshall.

The first principle is: don’t seek what others can do for you. Rather, think about what you can do for them. Only then you can truly grasp what it means to fall and remain in love with imperfect humans. Humans seem to struggle with this often. They either don’t appreciate themselves or others. It is usually the others. They think: “If only my partner were more thoughtful,  more understanding, more accommodating, more-giving, better-looking, smarter, richer, more-anything, things would have been acceptable for me – I’d be happy”. Do you see what I mean, Pixie?

“I think I do, Marshall. People have mental lists with thousands of conditions to be met and hundreds of boxes to be ticked to find a deserving partner and open to love. And they rarely have enough, from anything or anybody. It’s like they view others from below or from above. They struggle with equal partnerships. Even when they think they respect each other, they forget they are all just human and start demeaning each other. They hold strong to such qualities, we don’t even seem to notice them. For us, each minute, each hour, and each day is a new dawn. We love everyone and with new vigor, as time goes by!”, added Pixie with more zest, as she was immersing deeper into Marshall’s wisdom.  

“Precisely!”, said Marshall.

“One thing in your interpretation is especially on point and brings us to principle number two: all we have is the present moment – the past and the future are a creation of the mind and giving them too much meaning often only complicates love. The past is long gone and there is no guarantee about the future”, elaborated Marshall as Pixie’s eyes sparkled with amazement and a clever smile lit up her face. 

Immersed in the training, she didn’t have the time to see that Isaac observed her energy and cheerful stance without blinking, thinking that, at that moment of time, she was the most beautiful dog in the world. 

“But I’m not sure that will work so easy with Daniel, Mashall. I love you and respect you too much to raise a counterargument out of nowhere, you know that. Still, I think I may need to be more forceful on Daniel. I will need to invade him. I should push myself on him”, Isaac interrupted them with hesitation, as he didn’t want to be a know-it-all, but he couldn’t stop himself. He thought this was something that had to be said.

“Haha, you make me laugh, my dear boy. You cannot win a fight by force. Those victories last shortly. Have you seen a winner in a war? Sure, for a while, one side thinks it has won because it was stronger and more powerful; because it had better weapons and killed more people. Yet, as time goes by, it becomes clear that winning a war doesn’t solve anything. Anyway, we are not trying to win a war here, we are trying to help these humans learn how to love. We try to win them over, notice the difference?”, the old dog raised his eyebrows staring at both young trainees.

“And you cannot make someone love you by force. To act as they love you – maybe. To be afraid of you – sure. But love – love is a voluntary activity. The soft glove approach is all that we can do, want to do, and need to do. You cannot control love, Isaac. You teach people how to love simply by loving them. No other way works”. 

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Chapter 13 – Training Pixie

As Daniel went on to prepare for his tonight’s journey into whiskey oblivion and the ruckus that followed afterward, the dogs were already on their way to Marshall to complete Pixie’s training. 

Pixie was walking side by side with Isaac, her curiosity mixing with a pluckiness she had never felt before, thrilling her with excitement from the inside and leaving her breathless as she was trying to keep up the pace with Isaac.

“Sorry, Pixie! We have to hurry up. We have to act fast – we only have a couple of hours before tonight’s chance to invade these two. Especially Daniel, he is critical!”, Isaac rushed her as they were running towards Marshall’s shelter.

“Marshall is afraid he Daniel has become so self-destructive that he will destroy himself before we manage to do something about it. And that Charlene girl, she is the perfect match to be victimized by that poor soul full of pain that acts tough I’m not even sure who is worse – that sadist Daniel or her acting masochistically without confronting his awful behavior.”

 

“I have a feeling that’s why Marshall wants to help them both at once, it will be a pair of lucky breaks for your team,” Pixie commented .

“You might be right, I guess. You’ll see Pixie, Marshall is amazing. He is like a father to me. I owe him everything about my survival on the streets. He taught me everything he knew about humans. He was generous enough to make me his student and share his gift. I felt so alone among the competition and the dark alleys, never imagining what life could really be when having someone as a guide. I was a lone ranger as far back as I have memories from my early life.”

“I’ve never heard about inhabitation. Had no idea it existed and how poorly people manage their lives without dogs. By looking at their houses, their shiny toys on wheels, and buckets of food they throw away each day I always thought they were happier than dogs. I never knew that they struggle with love so much. It’s such a wrestle for them. I don’t get it – love is so simple yet they make it so complicated,” Isaac couldn’t stop wondering while he increased the pace to save as much time as possible before the big night. 

The sun was setting down, and the night was soon to cast its shadows over the city, inciting all sorts of weird human behavior. 

“I’ve heard stories about people being possessed by demons, dude. They say that’s why they act so destructively,” Shark added showing up from behind, overhearing their conversation.    

“Hey Isaac, if demons make people act bad, and dogs teach them how to love, maybe dogs are angels?” Shark asked gleefully. He liked the idea of dogs having diving qualities a lot, not so much for prideful reasons but because he learned that gods lived in heaven and heaven was a cornucopia of sumptuous food, available always and in large quantities.

“Maybe that’s why we keep getting the leftovers, they fall from the sky as pieces of endless divine displays of delicacies. Ha, the gods must miss us! They send us tasty greetings all the way down. Thank you, gods, we love you, too”! Shark jokingly gazed upwards with a grateful grimace, finding his own joke hilarious.

“Come on, Shark! Hurry up! We don’t have time to play games tonight. You’ll have to get serious and gather your best attributes to help us finish the task at hand. We have a long night in front of us. It’s already sunset and we haven’t even started training Pixie. You know that initiation into inhabitation takes at least two hours even for the best-prepared dogs. Luckily, I think Pixie is a fast learner,” Isaac said with a shy smile as he took a quick gaze at her, hoping she didn’t notice that he was praising while keeping his eyes down.

This was not typical for Isaac’s brazen attitude, even when he was facing bigger and stronger dogs. But this time, it seemed the enemy was gentle and softly wrapped around his heart like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to, but he liked it anyway. 

“Don’t worry, Isaac! I just want to keep our spirits up as we are on our way. You know that I get dangerously serious when I need to do work,” the street corgi encouraged his best friend and team partner.

“Yeah, dog. I know. I know. ” Isaac remembered how his buddy used to lose the usual comic attitude and turn into a cloud of seriousness as they inhabited people who didn’t know how to love.

Marshall was patiently waiting for them, eager to help Pixie get into the game. 

“Welcome, Pixie! I know this looks weird but it is important that we cooperate on this case. We wouldn’t get into your territory if it weren’t for your location. Charlene’s apartment is there so we need help from one of the locals.”

“Sure, Marshall. I’d be honored to do something for you. I’ve heard many great stories about your work. Everyone on my side has a deep respect for it. We know that you’ve managed to calm down some pretty feral dogs, training them to become quite the social animals. I’d sure like to know more and apply the same to a few of the wild beasts on my team.” 

“Ha-ha”, wholeheartedly laughed Marshall. “Thanks, that’s nice to hear. You’ll see, it’s not that difficult. Humans don’t have basic love skills. You’ll just need to use your canine hunch about what love really is. You probably know that much better than any human does”, Marshall got ready to explain the training details.

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“Dodging Satan” or How Not To Raise a Catholic (Book Review)

Dodging Satan: My Irish/Italian, Sometimes Awesome, But Mostly Creepy, Childhood by Kathleen Zamboni McCormick

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

If we could open up a contest about the world’s most Catholic family, Bridget’s Italian-Irish concoction would definitely top up the rating. The clever girl is raised by the tight glove of religion from both sides of the large family, grows up to become the perfect Catholic and evade Satan’s calling who takes various shapes in her life as a child and young teenager: imaginary snakes coming out of the closet at night, her flirty and cheeky friend Lucy, and the non-avoidable puberty sex drive.

Her parents are not great fans of logic and prefer to keep up the pretense even when strong beliefs are brought into serious question, such as when they pretend to sip the Holy water that seems disgusting because everyone puts their finger in it or when her father refuses to buy her a two-wheeler only because she can fall off it and lose her virginity.

But we all know that Satan can not be easily dodged as he is the other face of God, which becomes increasingly clear for Bridget as time goes by. You couldn’t feel anything less than sympathy for the awesome Bridey, as her mother calls her, who asks some damn good questions about the ridiculousness of Bible passages when reality strikes – two dead family members in Vietnam although they had their crosses on the chest and wives that get beaten but stay in marriage only because they need to play the role of a good Christian wife.

This is a wonderful story of humor but also sadness and harsh truths. I am very happy that, in the end, Bridget decides to stay friends with Satan who, compared to God she has met, might not be so bad after all! This is a story of how not to raise a Catholic!

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Chapter 12 – Daniel’s Drinking and Violence Problem

Daniel has just finished his daily workout and sat cross-legged in front of the window, staring into the dark, at the lights dimming across from the windows of skyscrapers that were far, far away, too far from each other to offer a chance for humans that lived in them to ever encounter each other’s eyes. He sipped from the whiskey glass, scratching his two-day stub. He was too lazy to shave the beard today. And girls liked it anyway. 

Another thought crossed his mind but he dismissed it as swiftly as it entered his consciousness. Sharp as a blade, the thought pierced through his calm demeanor and reminded him of something he was trying to forget by not thinking about it. Somewhere deep in the back of his head, he knew that he loved the beard because it covered the scar on his left cheek. 

He hated shaving it because, if he was not careful, the coarse upper skin would interfere with the smooth shaving strokes and the scar would start bleeding. He wasn’t as skilled with the hand stroke on the left, causing him to reopen the scar more than he thought was only by chance. 

Daniel used to shave his face the old way, just as his father did, with a razor blade. “Well, that’s about all that I’ve learned from my old man”, he thought. 

“That, and how to tell the difference between a good and a bad whiskey”, he laughed sarcastically as the whiskey was taking over and he didn’t even notice that he was scratching so hard that the scar started bleeding again. 

A dog’s bark nearby brought him back to his body and his immediate senses. It was Shark calling for Isaac and Pixie to wait for him.

“Damn it, you bastards!”, Daniel grew so angry that he opened the window and threw the half-empty glass at the dogs, breaking it into tiny pieces, the crystal of the expensive glassware spreading across the street into worthless sparkle, glowing on the candelabra and reminding Daniel he just wasted another sixty dollars of the luxury set. This was the second glass from the set of six he had broken by throwing it on stray dogs, but he didn’t care. For all the problems he had, money was not one of them. Young, ambitious, and handsome, he was among the top performers in his company. Deviant as he was successful, Daniel overdrunk on whiskey on Friday nights, especially when the next day was the Saturday visit day. 

Visit days were once a month, usually on the last Saturday of each month. They were a nightmare for Daniel, regardless of how cool he kept it on the outside. Each Saturday visit day, he went to see his old man in the senior’s residency out of town. All that whiskey just lessened the pain of the imminent meeting and helped him forget about how unhappy he was under all that surface glamour.

“Watch it, Issac, glasses are flying again!”, Shark warned his friend.

“He might as well throw us a bone or cook those eggs he throws at us!”, thought Shark as he sniffed around the broken pieces, discovering soon enough that nothing was interesting for him. There wasn’t any food, not that he needed any urgently because he was still delighting on the juicy t-bone that was hanging from his grip.

Daniel closed the window and poured himself another glass of whiskey as he went on to pick up the tonight’s outfit. It was time for action, and he had to look sleek. He didn’t plan to go home early and he didn’t plan on coming back alone either. He planned a long night – it usually solved his insomnia, at least for a short while. 

Insomnia always came after he drank too much, uncontrollably. The last physical he took showed the first signs of his deteriorating body. The poor physical health followed his mind that was already a wreck. 

The doctor warned him: “If you continue like this, you won’t even wait to live your father’s age, no matter how grim his life looks to you now. No amount of weight-lifting will handle it. You’d be dead by forty.” 

Daniel secretly knew his doctor was right but he didn’t want to admit that his pain came from his head and his heart. To admit that would mean having a mental health issue on his record and defeat at work. And his boss would certainly not like that! 

Daniel couldn’t face such a career demotion so he went ahead with letting his body and soul fall apart. It was the easier, safer option.