Imagine you are taken away from your home, your familiar surroundings, those who you knew, and were dropped unceremoniously into an entirely new place. A place that was completely foreign to you; unfamiliar language, environment, sounds, smells, customs, food. You are homeless in this new world, alone and frightened because you don’t know how you will survive.

One day, a kind person sees you on the street, sees you are hungry and dirty, and takes you to their home. What a kindness! You are given food and shelter and a warm place to sleep. You’re grateful.

In the days that follow, you begin to regain your strength and health. You’re watching those around you in this new home, trying to figure out who is who; what their relationship is to one another, who provides, who is kind and who, perhaps is not.

You cannot communicate with these people. You don’t speak their language; they don’t speak yours. As time goes on, you try to become part of this family, this small community, and begin to offer your services in the only way you know how, which is within the context of your own culture. Things don’t always go well with this; you find the people sometimes get very angry with what you offer as help. They yell at you in their garbled, nonsensical language. Sometimes, they beat you.

Knowing that this family is your only and best chance at staying alive and somewhat safe in this new place, you try even harder but things get worse for you.

Many times you offend the people without realizing it, simply because your cultures are so different. Sometimes, the people frighten you without realizing it, because of the language barrier. The price you pay for your offense can be painful and cruel. Over time, the tension between you and the people becomes almost unbearable, and the people are often angry with you, but you cannot figure out why.

Then one day, someone comes into the home and sits down with the family. You watch them, assuming at first that they are like everyone else, that there will be no understanding found with them either. You greet them and realize almost immediately that they are indeed different from the others. This person doesn’t behave in the same way.

And then, understanding dawns…

This person is speaking your language!

This realization is like a balm on your heart; a deep, comforting warmth spreads through you, and you feel yourself begin to relax, possibly for the first time in months, maybe even years.

This human doesn’t have complete mastery of your language, but you see that this person has at least a fundamental understanding of you and your own language and culture. It’s almost too much to hope for. Calm overcomes you, and you have no choice but to fall asleep from exhaustion; exhaustion due to living in an almost constant state of stress, trying to make you family understand you…a safe, deep, nurturing sleep that you haven’t enjoyed since you came to this new place.

You family spends a good amount of time meeting with the new person and they go away again. You are wary, and would have liked to have had the new person stay. Will everything go back to the way it was, with anger and punishment, yelling, yanking, hitting?

But you see, beginning with the very next day, that things have changed in your home. Your family, you realize, are trying to communicate with you…in your own language. Their manner is soft, kind, respectful now. You’re not completely sure you can trust this new respectful attitude from them, so you keep asking as best you can, “Really? Are you sure?” When they keep giving you the same answer over the following days, weeks and months, little by little your worries begin to drain away and you become happy, lighthearted, carefree. You play more, and feel safe in being who you really are and your family sees your personality shine through for the first time.

They teach you what they want from you with patience and calm repetition. There is no longer any anger or frustration shown to you. There is no shouting, no punishment. Their voices are now warm, loving, welcoming toward you.

Life gets, and stays, really good, really happy for the rest of your days with your family for which you’re forever grateful. And there is great heartbreak within the family when you finally leave them. They will always miss you terribly.

You are a dog.

Your language is found within the method of Amichien® Bonding.


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