She dove into her no-no hole. 

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I found her on Craigslist with Kyle Carey. It was on a whim. I wanted a dog, and my psychic medium gifts surfaced to the spotlight of my consciousness around that time. I worked at Spirit University for 2 weeks before covid-19 in 2020. They were trying to get the Hubspot and camera technology set-up for digital livestream offerings, since their on-campus capabilities had been limited. That is located by the Ringling Museum on the water. 

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I told them that I thought I had a lot of skills and experience to contribute to their establishment as I had proven myself successful in other places. She immediately loved me and said I was bright. I had attended a Mediumship Class that was offered to the community. We read flowers and channeled.

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There was one spirit of a farm man standing in front of a barn. He was wearing khakis and button down shirt. His glasses were wire-framed. In my mind's eye, he was reserved, and his hands were in his pocket. I didn't know if that was mine, but it felt like he was trying to communicate something.

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When we went to see Cali a.k.a. California, she was in a double-wide with a fence and a shed. The lady was overweight and strawberry blonde with a little girl. I had responded, because she said that they were going to drop them off at the pound which means death. We couldn't take her brother, Diesel, because he was too big and bit up the bottom of the house. Initially, she took to Kyle, because she was racist. Ghetto begets ghetto. 

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I was naive at the time and still believed in things like charity and goodwill. There ain't none of that here. Or there. Especially. She said that she didn't like going into cars. It was very clear, it was a space of abuse. Her baby daddy had taken the power tools with him. I felt bad, and we took her along with her papers. It looked like where we got Roxie as kids in Rome, GA. 

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Cali was immediately fine in my car. She didn't fight it, and she laid down. That was that, so we left. She's been through a lot and has been to many places since then. She's traveled all over and has dominated my life as my master and commander. We used to go to the dog park, before a homeless, bald, white man started stalking us and following us there. He told a blonde gal from Colorado that he had a knife and showed her it. 

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17th St. Paw Park. That's by The Meadows which is a cult neighborhood and does things like sex cult practices, prostitution, and human trafficking. ICE and FEMA should just retire there and call it even - which they probably do. The 17 Step Cult is a "religious group" that operates out of Bali, Heaven's Gate. They are related to alien sightings, UFO's, and mysterious abductions for the purity of spirit and upleveling in their belief systems and domain. 

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That cult is featured on the podcasts Cults and Morbid. I think there is also a documentary on its leader. He appears with a deranged look in his eye.

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Cali has been to Atlanta for a wedding, Rosemary Beach, Loxahatchee, the Marriott Bonvoy in Lakeland, Venice Beach, parks, preserves, and wherever else she's been before that. My exes take her on adventures. Sometimes they tell me where they go, and sometimes they don't. I'm not sure if I ever believe them, but I go with it. She likes water. She wants to go swimming.

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She is good with other dogs that she likes. She's had some "boyfriends", I call them. They don't have sex, but they choose each other. Most of the boys like Cali, so she's choosy. She had a brother before this. Among some of her friends include Bowie, Seamus, and Petey. 

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At Christmas, she knew exactly which bag was for hers and immediately opened it upon arrival. She's smart. She knows stuff. 

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She is a ghetto dog. They say the dog looks like the owner. I turned down a bribe from another ex's mom to buy me a mini-frenchie puppy named Red. She was brindle, and all of her vet visits would've been taken care of. I didn't want strings attached, so I said no. 

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Cali is like her mommy now. She doesn't go up to the other dogs as much as they come up to her, because she's not desperate for attention. She doesn't like everyone. She's wise like that. 

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She prefers small dogs, and the dogs love her at the dog park. She's been attacked multiple times by other dogs, so I have to go into protective mode. I don't think about endangering myself. I think about protecting her. 

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The other mutts, german shepherds, and bulldogs are typically the bullies, instigators, and from ghetto owners. It's always a shitshow when you have to deal with those. Sensitive. 

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She's a very good girl at the dog park other than being a dog and wanting to fetch balls. Especially if they squeak. The other ones are slower than her and dumber than her, so of course she will get their ball. I also bring balls, so is it such a big deal? Is that a reason for getting emotional and dramatic?

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At least she didn't rape another dog and get stuck in her like someone else's dog I know... FYI: You cannot pull a dog out of another dog, because their penis has spikes that attach when it is engaged. 

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Cali will bark viciously and defend herself. 

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I agree with her. 

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There's been more than one occurrence of cops being called at the dog park for misconduct, dog attacks, and fights between owners. Bulldogs. White trucks. Old ladies in mumus. Canes. Little dogs vs. big dogs. Etc...

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At Starbucks, Cali used to have a fan club of friends. She loves a pup cup and always garners compliments and makes friends easily. She knows when we are going places and what that means for her personally. She doesn't like going to the vet, because they take her away from me to the back room.

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She just had a sneezing attack. She hates when they do that and touch and put stuff up her butt and manhandle her. She had already been neutered before I got her. I think it was a botched job. 

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She's a sensitive soul with a mind of her own.

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In general, she's not a fast or immediate fan of men or most people. She likes kids, and kids like her. I think that's because of the little girl. She was her dog. Her mom was going to kill both of them, so I chose to do the lesser evil.

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I don't do charity anymore, and I don't believe in "helping people".

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That's a sign of maturity and experience, in my opinion - a marker of growth.

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There's a lot of fake people and liars here. Cali doesn't lie to me, and she knows the truth - like when she ran away from Guy and Linda after she let her out of the front door without a leash. Guy called me while Somer was driving us to Orlando to go to LA for our cheap flights from an app. I never had flied Spirit or Frontier. There's a first and last for everything. They were frantic, and it was their fault. I told them to figure it out and that they were stupid. She had run to hide under a neighbors car like Roxie hid when she was puppy. Roxie hid under the car when we were at school. They are abusive to kids and animals and people like everyone else in Florida. 

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I am not, and I don't believe in that. I'm better than all of you, and that's a fact. I may not be perfect, but they're further from it than I am. When I got her, she wouldn't even walk up the steps. She now can walk herself on her own leash. I don't have to hold it to have her go home automatically. That means that she's beyond leash trained, and she loves and trusts her mommy. She knows where she's going and who's she's with. That's her home and her mommy where her treats and her toys are. 

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In Switzerland, there are leash laws. You're actually not supposed to use a leash, because the dog should be trained well. If they're crazy, that can be a sign of abuse and chaos. Disorder emanates in behavioral issues. 

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The solve for getting Cali out was to have Guy drive Linda's car which looks like mine and to say "want to go to the dog park" with treats after cornering her and yelling at her and reaching and grabbing for her didn't work.

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She's stubborn, like her mommy. 

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She's also a Capricorn.

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She doesn't like wood walls.

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My twin.

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One time I was at the dog park, and this lady told me that she saved me... I laughed it off. Sure...

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We live in harmony, and she's my little shadow. She's loud when she needs to be and quiet when everything is ok. When things aren't all right, she'll let me know. She's wary of new places and people, but she adapts well enough.

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She likes the men that are calmer and have more of a feminine energy, meaning that he holds a sensitivity to energy. She's also a reader. 

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If don't like you, then me neither.

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The universe works in mysterious ways. 

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Things manifest in miraculous ways. 

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Her way is not like my way.

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I think that's why we meet in the middle.

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We balance each other out. 

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She gets a lot of compliments. 

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I like that for her, because I think she deserves those. 

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They make her happy, and she knows when a camera is out. She likes the attention when it's for her personal image and fame. 

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Her first owner lady said that they found her thrown over a chain link fence when she was a puppy. Some men in trucks had dumped her there and left. That's what she said when I asked her - "so where did she come from?".

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We both have mysterious and miraculous origin myths and stories. 

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I like that about her.

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When I left her at a dog stay place to go to Ohio for Christmas, which I didn't want to go, because I had a bad feeling... so I was procrastinating. It's in the country roads by the gas station by the Crunch gym and the DQ and Taco Bell... she screeaaammeedddd and yelllpeeeedddd at me for 15 minutes with the sunroof open. I don't think she liked it. I think she was telling me that they did bad things to her and to never leave her there again. She was afraid that I left her there and that would be her new home.

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I would never do that. 

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I've kept her through historically catastrophic storms. 

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She's my baby.

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