While it wasn’t love at first sight, surrendering to the love this little guy wanted to give me propelled me further along my yogic path to embracing all living beings as unique creations of the divine. For hours each night I would rock him to sleep, his head dropping toward the floor, nearly pulling his body off my lap. Each night, while I would immerse in a movie or tv series downloaded in the jungle, Rama would sit in my lap while we swayed back and forth on my favorite rocking chair. Part of that education included our nightly sittings. In the first 4 months, I, like a patient new parent, taught Rama how to be the perfect companion. I looked at that emaciated form and said to myself, “I am going to personally adopt this animal and make him my yoga dog.” One night, I saw him passed out on our dining room floor, his gangly little body barely breathing, exhausted from a day of playing on the beach. I was determined Blue Osa would not be overrun with strays. For the first few days, I shunned that little mutt while I deliberated on the next course of action. The people at Blue Osa adopted him before I had a say in the matter. Rama, affectionately referred to as Rama Obama, showed up as a puppy. I emphatically declared we would have no more… which lasted until my Rama showed up one day. They were the family members I knew I had to put up with. I never really grew fond of them, though. I had dogs in my life whether I wanted them or not. Upon the purchase of Blue Osa, we inadvertently adopted not only a French woman but, at the time, 5 dogs and 1 cat. Ever since I was severely bitten in the Indian Himalayas by a street dog, I’ve had an overwhelming fear of dogs. Unlike cats, dogs have little-to-no social graces. I found dogs to be too big, too smelly, and way too slobbery. If truth be told, I have never been a dog person. The dogs grouped all together with Zaquates steward–the alpha male of the pack. While slightly overcast, the sun, when it appeared, cast its magical light across the enchanted landscape bringing it to life. There is green as far as you can see in all directions. The dogs live on this scenic mountainside overlooking the San Jose Central Valley. I was immediately struck by the beauty of this place… and the smell of nearly 900 dogs. Their mission is to convince would-be pet guardians to adopt one of their unique, and sometimes even one-of-a-kind breeds, rather than resorting to puppy mills, over-priced breeders, or pet stores – and in the process making one less dog homeless. A man and wife team dedicated not only to saving dogs but to giving them a paradise where they could roam freely a place where they knew they were loved. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by the steward of Territorio de Zaguates. And everything the video promised it was. I saw this video and my first thought was, “I have to go to this place.”ĭoggie heaven turned out to be very real. I first heard about doggy heaven when three friends tagged me on this Facebook post.
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