A dog's life

In my last post I mentioned that when I stroked my dog’s head I felt lots of heat in my hands.  I hadn’t given it too much thought, other than (to my shame) a mild irritation that I had no control over when & where I had the sensations of heat and energy in my hands.
 

The following evening I noticed that our normally very lively little dog was extremely subdued and was unable to jump up onto his chair by the fire. When we tried to touch his sides in front of his hind legs he yelped in pain.  I made a conscious note to call the vet if things didn’t improve but thought I’d give the Reiki a go in the meantime.

I was quite shocked when I approached the little chap after I had done the Gassho that he turned tail and fled from me, as he normally follows me all over the place. That left me in a real dilemma, as I was taught one of the fundamental principals of Reiki is that the ‘subject’ should consent to treatment.  It was as if he was far more sensitive to the energy than me.

 

I decided that the best approach would be just to sit quietly with him without using the Reiki until he understood that there was nothing to worry about. This worked until the moment I placed my hands on him, very, very gently, at which point he yelped and legged it again.  Back to square one. After another 10 minutes or so just sitting quietly with him again I made another attempt, but this time I did not lay my hands on him, just let them hover a few inches over his body. He instantly relaxed and lay on his side to let me pass the heat and energy over him. I was instinctively drawn to the area on his ribs in front of his hind legs and let my hands stay there for a good fifteen minutes. I also felt a sharp stabbing pain in my own chest and unsure how that related to the same area on a dog I put one hand over his chest and the other in the area of his nipples.  The following morning he came to me of his own accord and literally just pushed his bum (root chakra?) into my hands, which instantly started to become hot.  By that evening he was charging around like the loony that he usually is, jumping on and off the sofa (and kitchen table, grr) as if nothing had ever been wrong with him.

I’m still not sure what happened to him.  He was attacked by a much bigger dog a couple of days earlier, pinned down and bitten, maybe it was that, although he’s always getting into mischief and I hadn’t considered it to be anything serious.  Maybe it was an older injury that was brought back when I stroked his head the day before – he was hit by a car a couple of years ago and this was the same area that he had hurt. Who knows? What I do know is that my little nuisance is back making a happy pest of himself again.