The Rocky Report: Sound Therapy

RockyReport

Crepes: Welcome to another edition of The Rocky Report. Since I don’t know too much about this one, I’m going to let MomFOD take over for this piece, mostly because I either hide or fall asleep during the sessions.

Alana: Thank you, Crepes. What Crepes is talking about when she says “sessions” are the sound therapy sessions that I’ve been doing with Rocky during the last few weeks. As many of you know, Rocky hasn’t been feeling too well lately. So far, the constipation has been eased and his appetite is great. Occasionally, though, it’s obvious to me that he doesn’t feel well. Dr. C had mentioned that he might be suffering from some stress, which isn’t surprising considering his health issues, as well as Crepes’ horrible little desire to smack him in the back of the head every time he’s not looking.

Crepes: It’s not horrible.

Alana: Yes, it is. You act like a gremlin.

Crepes: Instinct.

Alana: Go nap. In any case, I wanted to think of ways in which I could ease some of Rocky’s stress and one of the ideas I had was sound therapy. My husband and I have two singing bowls, one of which we procured in Hawaii and the other we purchased from an imports fellow in Canada. Being a musician, I am very much aware of the importance of sound. These two bowls, through a brilliant stroke of luck (or spirit), happen to be well tuned to each other. One is very deep and low, the other somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. When struck at the same time, they produce a lovely, consonant sound that I find extremely relaxing.

Rocky sitting amongst the bowls.

Rocky sitting amongst the bowls.

On our first go, Rocky was lying on a little mat in the bedroom. I arranged the bowls so that their vibrations would be about ear level with him, which is the best place from which to experience the sounds. Using a large, padded mallet, I struck the bowls gently. His first reaction surprised me: he let out a deep, happy purr, stretched out upside down, and moved his head closer to the bowls. I continued playing for him for about 20 minutes. The next day, he did appear to be somewhat less stressed and more at ease. The bonus? I was also feeling better. His injections and fluid administrations, as well as the underlying health issues, have gotten me completely tied up in knots. When he doesn’t feel well, I don’t feel well. This session seemed to be good not only for Rocky, but also for me.

Rocky listening to the bowls vibrate.

Rocky listening to the bowls vibrate.

I have continued these sessions daily, sometimes for as little as two minutes, sometimes for as long as twenty. Rocky sits and purrs, looking pleased and relaxed, for as long as I care to play. Sometimes I play the bowls with different mallets and sticks to produce different tones. He seems to like them all. He lies very close to the bowls and rearranges himself as I begin to play. Sometimes, he presses his feet to the bowls while they vibrate, and other times lets them vibrate close to his tummy, where I think the troubles are.

Rocky pondering the vastness of the large bowl.

Rocky pondering the vastness of the large bowl.

I’ve done a bit of research into the healing properties of singing bowls and have found several thoughts on them. Some say the vibrations themselves are healing. Others say it helps produce healing endorphins within the body and boosts the immune system. Another thought is that they bring on deep states of meditation that allow us to heal ourselves and bring healing energies down to where they’re needed.

No matter the root cause of the healing, Rocky enjoys it. It’s a bonding time for the two of us to sit together and focus on his well being. He’s definitely been feeling better in the last few days and I’m hoping his next weigh in will even show a bit of weight gain. Until then, I will continue to play.

Crepes: And I will continue to nap.

Alana: Good idea, Crepes.

Love,

Crepes & Alana.

Further reading: Do Singing Bowls Heal?

Tibetan Singing Bowls for Healing

Sound Energy Healing for Animals

College of Sound Healing for Animals

Thoughts on Santa

You guys, we need to have a chat.  Today, I would like to discuss why, as a culture, we’re OK with Santa Clause.

I’m not talking about good ol’ Saint Nick, the guy that sneaks down chimneys at night to leave gifts under a tree in the living room, although that in itself probably deserves some discussion. I’m talking about Santa photos.

It’s this guy somebody hires, and his name is probably Dave or Gary or something, and he puts on a beard and a crazy red hat.

And my MomFOD paid him ten dollars to put our dog in his lap.

The ten dollar photo with some guy in a fake beard. Who is this guy? He could be anyone!

The ten dollar photo with some guy in a fake beard. Who is this guy? He could be anyone!

Why? Why is this ok?

 

If we didn’t know who “Santa Clause” was, and it was like Bob the guy on the corner, do you think people would be lining up and giving this guy ten bucks to put their dogs and children in his lap? Do you?

People are strange.

Love,

Crepes.

 

 

Bachelor/ette Update!

You Guys! It’s been about four months now since I started my Bachelor/ette of the Week feature, the raison d’etre of this blog, and I have to say, it’s going well! I was super excited to find out that Edith was adopted thanks to her profile here! What joy that brought me! I wanted to send you a quick update on who has been adopted and, even more importantly, remind you about who still needs to find that loving (Levi) forever home (Levi) that they could really use (Levi.)  Please pass this around so everyone can see these fabulous little angels that need to find the loves of their lives! (click the photos to see their profiles)

Levi,

Crepes.

levi

LEVI: Oh! He’s like James Bond in that black and white.

 

Tree House Gitana

Gitana: Looking into your soul

Cassie: Love on Three-Legs

Cassie: Love on Three-Legs

Kansas:  Way better than Toto

Kansas: Way better than Toto

Lead Belly: Love, Chicago-style

Lead Belly: Love, Chicago-style

Indigo & Jackson: Looking for their third party

Indigo & Jackson: Looking for their third party

Dottie: Blind to your faults, Open to your love

Dottie: Blind to your faults, Open to your love

Barbossa: Our youngest kraken slayer

Barbossa: Our youngest kraken slayer – only 8 weeks old!

 

Adam: Sweet, Lovable, Incontinent, Cuddly

Adam: Sweet, Lovable, Incontinent, Cuddly

LEO: Looking for a piscese, or capricorn, or whatever. He's not picky.

LEO: Looking for a piscese, or capricorn, or whatever. He’s not picky.

The great news is that D’Artagnan, Dot, Rainier Park, Edith and Teddy have all been adopted, as was Ginger, the dog that introduced us to Pets with Disabilities.   There are a few outstanding Bachelor/ettes that I’m waiting to hear back from (I guess they’re busy out living the single life instead of checking their emails), but they don’t seem to be listed for adoption anymore, so that’s great news! If you’re ever curious about these fabulous pets, check back on our Singles page. I always keep it updated with who’s been snatched up and who’s still available.

Please share and let’s get these little fellows some homes!