The Wee Folks Christmas Wish, 2014.

And thus, Fidelina, the beautiful fairy princess, Geoffrey the garden gnome, and their wee son, Einahalk, rejoiced in the warm, reassuring glow of the twinkling Christmas lights.

The wee folks, such wondrous, magical creatures, had come in from the cold and gathered in the comfort of the living room.  All different, all equal, celebrating the magic of a special time.

Such diversity.  Their's is a world where all is possible, no judgement passed.

See the joy, the sheer delight on the faces of the wee folks.  They know that life should be a celebration of all that's good.

And the celebration continued.  They danced, they sang to sweet tunes of love, of hope, of understanding.

In the above photograph is Venetia, the sister of Fidelina, bridesmaid from, The Wee Folks Wedding. The enchanting wedding of Fidelina, the beautiful fairy princess and Geoffrey, the garden gnome.  Standing beside her is the 'best gnome', Teagan. There was a hint of romance between the two of them at the magic-filled wedding on the first day of summer, 2010. Note the gnome in the background, Yrag, who is the best friend of Teagan.

And here is a happy little monkey.  His great long arms, wrapped over a couple of friendly garden gnomes. Nice tinsel effect.  Happy little monkey.

A past magical moment in time.  The wee folks celebrated each and every unique snowdrop that cast its glistening wonder on the enchanted garden where they once doth lived. Their message to us is simple, yet profound.  For the wee folks live in their wee world, where stigma, labels and the passing of judgement, are bizarre and baffling concepts.  May we learn from them.  Let's celebrate and rejoice in the diversity of mankind.  And just like in their world, we can truly be, all different, all equal.

The wee folks. They are adapting to their new life in a new adventure in a new home.  Dreams can come true.  Dare to believe in yourself.  Fidelina, Geoffrey and their beautiful little boy, Einahalk, wish you a peaceful, happy and so very positive Christmas.

And the wee folks gazed up at the moon
Cried for our world so out of tune
Worries in their loving hearts
Seeking signs of our fresh starts
Corruption
 Disruption
Compassion
The reaction.

A Pawed Poolitcal Announcement.

Hi there, yes it's me, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!  While my human brother, Tristan and my human dad, Gary, are still going through major upheavals in their lives, I told Gary that I would take over his blog, yet again.

These have been challenging times for me also.  I've had to adjust to living in two different homes.  Although it's been unsettling, I'm now familiar with the routine of spending half the week with Tristan and the other half with Gary.  The transition and adapting has been quite the hectic adventure for the three of us.

So while Gary contemplates actually writing another blog pawst, I shall tell you with what I've been up to at Gary's place.

Gary purchased a brand new, luxury bed.  The brand new, luxury bed, is now mine.  Last week, I was feeling poorly.  I proceeded to poo on the brand new, luxury bed.  Such was my poor tummy that my poo seeped through to the mattress.  This left a a stain that Gary feverishly removed.

However, there's more.  Having a rumbly tummy, I went on a three-day pooping extravaganza.  This meant that Gary was rushing around after me with a wet sponge and cleaning products.  Thankfully, the cleaning products did a good job of removing the offending stains on his brand new, luxury crapets, um, carpets.

Each time Gary rushed me out of his apartment and carried me down the three flights of steps, once outside, I couldn't go.  He'd bring me back in.  Back in time for me to continue my pooping extravaganza.

In one last pooping glory, I got up beside Gary on MY brand new, luxury bed he'd cleaned.  He awoke to a pungent aroma, a poopy bed and a brown trickle down his top.  Never seen the old guy jump out of a bed so quickly!

I'm pleased to report that I'm now back to normal.  My eating is just fine and the runs have run away.  Gary and Tristan are taking me to the vets as a precautionary measure now scheduled for the upcoming Monday.

Here's a bit of a Christmas theme in Gary's ongoing creation within his new home.  That's not a real fireplace, but what the heck, it gives a cosy ambience.  The carpets have now been fully cleaned.

So this was sort of a "Pawed Poolitical Announcement."  I know that David Cameron is into Poolitics and I'm sure he loves my comments on his Twitter feed.

*Okay, Gary, I'm all pooped out from doing this pawsting.  Maybe you might get the hint and actually write your own blog pawst!  Arf!*

A Magical Metamorphosis.

The past four months have been four months of upheaval, turmoil, adventure and discovery.  I'm in my new home.  My son is in his new home.  Penny, a dog of such sensitive perception, shares both homes.

A new life has begun for my son, for Penny the lovable Jack Russell and myself.  I, a man coping and challenging every aspect of my low esteem caused by past environmental trauma.

Yes, the past four months brought on a deeply intense bout of depression.  The "inner critic" screamed, tormented me to the point I could barely sleep, barely eat.  I was sinking fast.  How was I going to cope? Would my son cope with his new responsibilities?   Would Penny be able to adjust?   Questions, concerns, whirled and whirled in my frazzled mind.  Something had to change.  It was time to battle against the inner critic.  I cannot give my depression permission to sabotage my right to a peaceful, hopeful life.

I learn from that past and embrace the now.  A new sense of excitement, of realistic, positive anticipation that all will be just fine. The inner critic has been replaced by the loving return of my "inner child."  An inquisitive child that sees the good in perceived bad moments.

The powerful revelations that lay within the four months of perplexity quashed the incessant chatter of the inner critic.  My upbeat attitude is returning with a sense of defiant triumph.

When my son lived with me, I hardly saw him.  Just a fleeting glimpse down the hallway as he headed to his bedroom.   I'd get the occasional grunt of acknowledgement from my son.  On a good day I'd get two grunts.  My son, Tristan, an angry, frustrated young man.  A young man craving independence and feeling trapped.  An angry, frustrated young man who would vent his seething rage directly at me.

That was then.  This is now.  My son is coping remarkably well as he sets out on his new life.  Of course, he gets incensed over the bureaucratic incompetence that transforms what should be simple situations into a surreal complexity.  I'm sure you know what I mean.

Tristan has started listening to my advice.  I like to think he listens to all my advice, okay, most of my advice, some of my advice, just a tiny bit of my advice.  Even a minuscule fraction of taking on board my advice is a great deal more than he used to pay heed to.  Now that he is paying his own way, you bet he listens to me in regards to saving money, to paying the correct amount on his taxes.

The anger my son has felt has dissipated.  The communication between the two of us has gone through a magical metamorphosis.

In fact, I'm seeing more of my son now than when we used to live together.  The common denominator is communication, cooperation, love.  And who is behind this new understanding of love I share with my son? Take a bow wow, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!   Penny knew that she needed to see both of us together, all three of us together, as much as possible.  Penny, loving Penny, has taught my son and I valuable lessons.  Lessons that the purity of a dog's unconditional, non-judgemental love, is the bond that grows, that glows with the symbolic beacon of hope  for the future.

A magical metamorphosis.

The Love Of Me Bonds My Humans.

*Pawesome!  My arrangement with my human brother and my human dad is working better than even I'd dare dream....*  Oh hello, there.  I was just thinking out loud.  Yes, it's me, Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!  

You might realise that my human brother, Tristan, my human dad, Gary and I, are going through some major changes in our lives.  Changes that caused me confusion and anxiety.  We moved from the home that we all lived together in for thirteen years.  I ended up staying with Gary for three months until Tristan finally moved into his own place. 

When Tristan moved in and took me to live with him, I was spending long hours on my own while he was at work.  I didn't know this until he told me. What with being in yet another new environment and not being used to being alone, I started to cry. "Where is Tristan?  I'm really scared.  Where is dad?"

Tristan's neighbours expressed their concern about my crying.  With that, Tristan and Gary took immediate action.  We now have a compromise in place.  The routine is that I stay with Gary from Sunday evening until Thursday afternoon.  I'm now getting full attention from the both of them.  I'm so much calmer now.  I even roll around on the carpets, just like the good old days.

I understand that as part of Tristan's independence, he wanted me to stay with him for most of the time.  He now understands that I need the shared love of both him and dad.

Lessons of love have been pawfoundly embraced.  *Pawesome!  My arrangement with my human brother and my human dad is working better than even I'd dare dream....*  Yes, when I was thinking out loud it meant this.  Tristan and Gary have bonded in a mutual determination that tells them their love for me is paramount.  Their love for each other has grown because of such mutual determination.  Such a magical, loving spirit of cooperation, of communication.  I want to cry but with tears of doggy joy.

I sleep in peace.  I get to see both my human brother and my human dad on a regular basis.  

This week I'm staying with Tristan.  He was so worried about my life-changing experiences of late that he has taken the week off work.  

Yes, there he is at twelve years old holding me as a two month old puppy.  Fourteen years on, the love I share with him, with my human dad, grows ever stronger.

A False Start.

Just when I thought I could start building up momentum, start actually being proactive in the world of blogging, I've had another unfortunate situation arise.

Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet star, spent fourteen years in the company of two humans, my son and yes, me.  One of us was usually around to keep her company.  Very seldom was she left alone for a long duration.

This changed dramatically when my son, Tristan, moved into his own home and took Penny to live with him. Yes, I've been there on a regular basis to take her for walks while my son is at work.  Sadly, this has not been enough.  My son's neighbours have complained that Penny cries the entire time that nobody is there to make her feel safe.

I know that all the upheaval, all the adjustments, must be making Penny very confused and very anxious.  I thought this might happen.  My son and I have to remember that she is acutely aware of all the changes going on around her.

It was heartbreaking to take Penny back from my son's home.  I know how much he loves her.  Yet we know the reality is that we cannot have her cause disturbance to the neighbours.  My son and I have worked out an interim solution.  We will have to share her.  Or as rhymeswithplague cleverly stated, "share joint custody."  How true that has turned out.  My son works a four day week.  I shall look after her for four days and he can have her on his three day weekends.

I'm still having a frantic time with the ongoing life changes for my son and I.  I know we will get there.

As much as I love Penny, it's a bit of a pain getting dressed at three in the morning to take her out for a walk. Yes, I suppose I could forget getting dressed.  Living in a top floor apartment means I can't exactly just tell her to go in the garden like I once could.

I do feel terrible about not visiting many blogs over the last three months.  My comments on sites have been few and far between.  My last post was somewhat of a false start.  So I'm being extra cautious out of the starting blocks.  Hope to visit your blog soon.

There you have it.  Penny content knowing she is not by herself.  Once again, she takes up her sleeping position on my sofa bed.  A sofa bed that, just like before, has a cover over it to protect it from her curious paws.  Sleep, little angel, sleep.....

Blog To The Future.

The past three months have left me in a state of flux.  "What the flux is going on?"  I thought to myself more times than I care to mention.

I'm so far out of the blogging loop that the loops have loops and I'm going loopy just thinking about all the loops I've missed.

The past three months have been a time of much upheaval.  Physically and emotionally.  Major changes in my personal life, my son's personal life and yes, the life of Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!

My son was originally supposed to move into his own home on August 18.  Then it became September 19, then September 26 and finally, yes finally, on Wednesday, October 15, my son moved into his home.  That would be the day he came over to my new home to take Penny back to his new home.

Three months of uncertainty, of all consuming worry about my son's predicament, came to an end.  No more of him living in limbo at my ex wife's home. Wednesday night I sat alone in the quietness of solitude.  Solitude that also brought a revelation.  The knowing that despite the new void, the depressive, debilitating environment I had experienced, was now starting to vanish.  The dull fog dissipated.  I knew that my son, indeed, that I had coped very well.  I was proud of him.  I was proud of myself.  My little Tristan, now a young adult, embracing the independence he'd craved with with every ounce of his adventurous dreams.

Now, both our new lives begin.  A sense of loss and yet a sense of a gain for us both.  A harmonious balance awaits.  This I know.  A fresh start.  A new magic.

Sensitivity, being finely tuned, did bring on one of the worst bouts of depression I've ever known.  Yet the depression was all about caring, of concern, of love.

It's time to go Blog To The Future.  I'm glad to be back.  Thank you for all the support, the caring I've received from so many sources in the background.  You have touched my heart.

The Setbacks Are Having Setbacks.

This has now gone beyond the point of ridiculous.  The moving saga, the setbacks that are impeding my chance, my son's chance to get on with our lives, makes Monty Python look like serious drama.

Today, September 26, was supposed to be the day my son, Tristan, was finally moving into his own home. This would mean I'd be able to remove his excess boxes from my new home and return the beloved Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar, to him.

Alas, nothing seems to have changed.  All I get is that the finalisation of the house sale, "Is in the hands of the solicitors...."  This means that I may still have to get up at 4:30 A.M. and drive him to work from his mother's place.  There is no public transport at that time.  The house he's trying to move into is close to his work.  My responsibilities of being a chauffeur were hopefully ending.  Now, I just don't know.

I'm exhausted and getting very frustrated that I've little time to interact with you.  My son is frustrated and who can blame him.

I do know how much I'm going to savour actually blogging again.  Please don't give up on me.  In the meantime, here's a test pattern to stare at.  Thank you.  If you see Monty Python, tell him I've got a script almost ready.