The concluding part-two of meeting Pharaoh
In yesterday’s first part of my recollection of having Pharaoh in my life for over ten years, I focussed on the early days. Today, I want to take a more philosophical view of the relationship, right up to the present day.
The biggest, single reward of having Pharaoh as my friend goes back a few years. Back to my Devon days and the time when Jon Lavin and I used to spend hours talking together. Pharaoh always contentedly asleep in the same room as the two of us. It was Jon who introduced me to Dr. David Hawkins and his Map of Consciousness. It was Jon one day who looking down at the sleeping Pharaoh pointed out that Dr. Hawkins offered evidence that dogs are integrous creatures with a ‘score’ on that Map of between 205 and 210. (Background story is here.)
So this blog, Learning from Dogs, and my attempt to write a book of the same name flow from that awareness of what dogs mean to human consciousness and what Pharaoh means to me. No, more than that! From that mix of Jon, Dr. David Hawkins, experiencing the power of unconditional love from an animal living with me day-in, day-out, came a journey into my self. Came the self-awareness that allowed me to like who I was, be openly loved by this dog of mine, and be able to love in return. As is said: “You cannot love another until you love yourself.”
Trying to pick out a single example of the bond that he and I have is practically impossible. I have to rely on photographs to remind me of the thousands of times that a simple look or touch between Pharaoh and me ‘speaks’ to me in ways that words fail. Here’s an extract from my celebration of Pharaoh’s tenth birthday last June 3rd; written the following day. It comes pretty close to illustrating the friendship bond.
For many years I was a private pilot and in later days had the pleasure, the huge pleasure, of flying a Piper Super Cub, a group-owned aircraft based at Watchford Farm in South Devon. The aircraft, a Piper PA-18-135 Super Cub, was originally supplied to the Dutch Air Force in 1954 and was permitted by the British CAA to carry her original military markings including her Dutch military registration, R-151, although there was a British registration, G-BIYR, ‘underneath’ the Dutch R-151. (I wrote more fully about the history of the aircraft on Learning from Dogs back in August 2009.)
Anyway, every time I went to the airfield with Pharaoh he always tried to climb into the cockpit. So one day, I decided to see if he would sit in the rear seat and be strapped in. Absolutely no problem with that!
My idea had been to fly a gentle circuit in the aircraft. First I did some taxying around the large grass airfield that is Watchford to see how Pharaoh reacted. He was perfectly behaved.
Then I thought long and hard about taking Pharaoh for a flight. In the Cub there is no autopilot so if Pharaoh struggled or worse it would have been almost impossible to fly the aircraft and cope with Pharaoh. So, in the end, I abandoned taking him for a flight. The chances are that it would have been fine. But if something had gone wrong, the outcome just didn’t bear thinking about.
So we ended up motoring for 30 minutes all around the airfield which, as the next picture shows, met with doggie approval. The date was July 2006.
Moving on again. This time to another flying experience. To the day when Pharaoh and I flew out of London bound for Los Angeles and a new life with Jeannie and all her dogs (16 at that time) down in San Carlos, Sonora County, Mexico. The date: September 15th, 2008. Just ten months after I had met Jean in Mexico and realised that this was the woman that I was destined to love! (Now you will understand why I described earlier the Jon Lavin, Dr. Hawkins, Pharaoh mix as the biggest, single reward of having Pharaoh as my friend!)
There followed wonderful happy days for me and Pharaoh. Gorgeous to see how Pharaoh became so much more a dog, if that makes sense, from having his own mini-pack around him. Those happy days taking us all forwards to Payson, AZ, where Jean and I were married, and then on to Merlin, Oregon arriving here in October, 2012.
I could go on! Hopefully, you get a sense, a very strong sense, of the magical journey that both Pharaoh and I have experienced since I first clasped him in my arms back in September, 2003.
Both Pharaoh and I are in the Autumn of our lives, he is 11 in June; I am 70 in November, and we both creak a little. But so what! Pharaoh has been my greatest inspiration of the power of unconditional love; of the need to smell the flowers in this short life of ours.
Thank you, my dear, dear friend!
12 thoughts on “Meet the dogs – Pharaoh (pt 2)”
Pharaoh sounds like such an amazing animal. How wise he looks with that grey muzzle of his! 😉 Keep enjoying each other while you can!
Do you know that I hadn’t noticed that greyness of his muzzle hair before you pointed it out! Wish my own grey hair made me look wise! 😉
Haha it probably does! 😉
Don’t bet your life on that! 😉
Paul I thank you for taking me down memory lane again and with new photo’s too of Pharaoh and Gang… Life for you all seems to be very Magical. and thats how it should be.. And when one finds the Love of their lives Magical things happen…
Brilliant post.. And long may the Magic be in all of your lives..
No, thank you, Sue. As you infer, there are many days when I want to hold my breath in case it’s all a dream. Maybe one day I will write at length about the arduous and scary journey into one’s self! I sense this was a familiar expedition for you!
Yes, but a journey of discovery none the less.. And its always good to get to know yourself from inside out! Paul..
Sorry only just answering my blog replies as I have been busy spending some Me time again 🙂
Isn’t that the truth! Thanks Sue.
Pharaoh is one very handsome man. I will tell you a quickie story of a bond – Sydnee Pee used to live with my best friend/boss/ex boyfriend. She started with me at 3 months, but my younger son is allergic and my ex was throwing a legal fit – so Syd went to live with Bill. She pretty much threw a wrench into his lifestyle – but as time passed by, the two were inseparable. He owned a sign company and she came to work with him (us) everyday. She was always in the big bucket/crane truck. She had her spot in the office at the foot of his desk and after a long day he would lie on a very dirty floor with his head on her haunches. We lived next door to each other – he owned the house i lived in. We were a family – my two sons, ‘daughter’ and a mom and dad. The last time i saw Bill, he was walking back to his house with Syd on the leash. It was a Saturday morning and ‘they’ were out on service calls. Anyway, the next day, Bill passed away of a massive heart attack – 51 yrs old. and Pee was with him – for over 24 hours till i found him on on monday morning. I will never forget the look on her face when she walked into the kitchen, Bill never married. He was an independent free spirit. I was his longest relationship and my boys were like his sons and he treated them as such. I have to say that having Sydnee in his life brought out a part of him that no one else ever could. Part of the last conversation that Bill had with his sister-in-law was he was afraid to face the day when Sydnee was no longer around – he would not know what to do. Pee still lights up when I say the word Daddy and the 18th of every month she gets a bit somber. Someday they will be together again.
It’s Kimberley; isn’t it?
Kimberley, that is a deeply emotional recollection. Thank you for sharing it here. It is yet another reminder of the loving bond that dogs offer us unworthy humans. Paul
Thank you, Susan.