My Shoulder, Phoenix Workshop, and Beloved Xena

Concerning my shoulder, the immobilizer is now off. The doctor and I agree that my shoulder does not have sufficient range of motion. In fact, half the time when I move my arm, I involuntarily cry out in pain. To even think of moving my arm to wash a window makes me cringe. I wouldn't be able to write on a blackboard. I still can't really scrub pots. I can cut many vegetables now (but not beets), especially when I hold the knife in my right hand, and press down on it with my left. I am working on regaining mobility. Meanwhile, I am so grateful to have my arm. I love it every day.

Carol and Judy,  the two sponsors for a mid-March Godwriting workshop in Phoenix, Arizona, are arranging my flight and setting up a workshop. Exact dates will be posted soon. Blog Readers,  you are invited. I sure hope you will come!

The third update concerns Xena. Actually it's more about my discovering how much I have bought into the propoganda of the world.  You'll see what I mean.

You already know that Xena is the mildest dog I ever saw. She would never hurt a flea -- well, maybe a flea!

Yesterday, to my shock, I found out that Xena is a pit bull. Yes, a pit bull. I have heard enough that pit bulls are viewed as dangerous, and some cities even ban them. How awful is even the name -- pit bull.

When Lauren told me that Xena was a pit bull, I was in shock. I couldn't believe it. Xena, a pit bull? I didn't believe it. How could I? Any connection to Xena and stereotype pit bull is impossible. Xena is a lambie-pie through and through.

The very existence of Xena, who is scarred physically and emotionally, has to end such bigotry once and for all. How absurd to imagine that Xena could hurt anyone.  Xena's very existence and her right to be seen with love must end the stereotype attached to pit bulls right now.  Xena, who would have an excuse to be aggressive, was born one of God's most gentle creatures and remains the sweetest most patient forbearing canine angel the world has ever known.

May we all throw away all that old thinking and never repeat it, okay?

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That's great news about taking off that contraption! Makes all kinds of sense and I'm sure you will continue to improve even faster without it.

Kind of hard to tell for sure when someone is hiding under cushions, but I don't think Xena is a pit bull. Might have some in her but she just doesn't look like a full blooded one. Maybe I would change my mind if you ever post a picture of her out in the world, like on top of the cushion.

One of my dogs is part pit bull, but you can tell the difference when she is standing next to a real one. She also had a very bad start in life and still carries the scars, but she does remarkably well and is greatly loved. When we first got her, her eyes were blank like black marbles, but gradually it dissolved and you could see a real person in there.

This whole business about pit bulls being vicious comes mostly as a result of ignorant people using them in staged dog fights and purposely brutalizing them. By nature they are friendly and gentle, tho very protective.

The man who worked for me last summer would bring his pit bull to work sometimes. She was a joyful dog and would jump up in my lap and give me countless kisses. One of this man's friends came over to his house and stupidly started rough housing with the man's young son. He managed to drop the boy on the floor causing him to cry and ended up going to the hospital emergency room when the dog was finally convinced to let him go.

It is only this new generation that has been conditioned to fear pit bulls and think of them as inherently vicious. Our generation can remember Petey, who went everywhere with The Little Rascals, or Buster Brown's dog, Tige, who lived him in the shoe, or the dog listening to his master's voice on the Victrola.

I think of Xena often and send out blessings of comfort and healing.

When I first met my husband, he had a pit bull that was one of the least attractive dogs I had ever seen. Her name was Baby and she thought she was a beautiful lap dog. We didn't let her know any different, but other people would be rather taken aback when this brindle pit with a skin condition and a head about the size of a rhino would come charging at them and try to climb in their laps and give them kisses. Pretty funny, actually.

Really happy to hear that your arm is once again free of restraint. I have 100 percent faith that you will again have full range of motion once again. Hugs!

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