Freddie’s Fundamentals of Life


Christina Viera, Advanced Style

Dear Human-beings,

If you’re confused about your direction in life never, ever, NEVER  lie down in the street.  It’s not safe, not comfortable, not clean. Keep walking and sniffing. You will always find something to claim as territory and leave your mark.  Trust me, it will  be a big “relief”.

Fundamentally yours,

Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT

Canine Dog Therapist

P.S.  My Human-being has been lying in the middle of the street for a while.  I have to be very patient with her . . . it’s hard being human.

The Fibro-Freddie Fix

After, Informal snap shot

YOUR Freddie dose

Dear all my Humane-Being friends and admirers,

As you already know my human-being has fibromyalgia & heart arrhythmias. (It would be impossible for you not to know because she reminds everyone all the time).  However,  you may not know that:

she has found a CURE !!!

THE BEST  medication she regularly takes is a dose of Freddie.    I’m always available, no prescription needed and I give her as many  refills as she wants, whenever she wants (I’m pretty sure she’s addicted).

 I may be more expensive than her other meds.  She rudely pointed this out today by waving the $162.72 Vet bill – I have a small ear infection – at me.  I promptly gave her another dose of Freddie.

Since I’m in charge of refills it can be exhausting keeping up with her need for a  fix.  (Treats, walks and sleep have to be regularly injected into my “capsule”).

Faithfully yours,

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Canine Dog

P.S.  Before I forget – check out


NFA Facebook has a humongous amount of information – lots’a questions & answers, research news, short videos on things that I provide relief from. (I’m not suppose to end a sentence with a proposition but I love propositions – like proposing to go for a rest right now).  Time for my refill.

Me, getting my refill

Me, getting a refill

Cheerfully Schmutzy


Freddie is smutzen!

Freddie got a bath today because he had schmutz on his face.  Schmutz?  It’s a yiddish word that is largely untranslatable.

Here’s an example from the web:
schmutz: “Used by Jewish mothers to identify that you’ve got some kind of “crap” on your face”*

(Good Jewish mothers never use words like crap.  They don’t have to. Schmutz says it all.)

Freddie doesn’t like baths so I explained to him that” “God loveth those who are pure. Naught . . .  in the sight of God is more loved than purity and immaculate cleanliness.” The Báb, Baha’i

He still wanted a treat for his bath ordeal. 
*South German and Jewish (Ashkenazic): nickname for a dirty or slovenly person, from German Schmutz ‘dirt’, Middle High German smuz. South German: nickname for a cheerful person, from a noun derivative of Middle High German smutzen ‘to smile’.

Weird Science – PG-13, due to scatological language

"Soooo embarrassing.  Has she no sense of propriety?"

“Soooo embarrassing. Has she no sense of propriety?”

Freddie, I conjecture, lived his life confined and ignored before he was “confiscated” (as his papers say ) and taken to a Dog Shelter.  He went poo & pee whenever and where ever.

I came to this conclusion when he pooped in the house “several” times without our knowing.  A few months later he still gives no indication when he needs to “go”.  Consequently, I walk him twice a day until I scoop poop.  He’s catching on – with each walk he takes longer and longer to poo.

Freddie’s very smart.  He can now sit-stay, lay down, stand up and twirl, crawl, wait while standing, high five, low five and lick his lips on command.  I’m thinking about toilet training him to know if his poop floats.  Until then I’ll have to take this science article on face value – Freddie’s poop probably sinks.

If you’re curious whether your poop floats take a look at: 

Friday Weird Science !!!!

All Work and No Play make Judy a Dull Girl

I am sure I was hit by a truck last night.  As soon as my eyes opened I looked around for evidence: The bedroom walls were standing; The window wasn’t shattered; and Freddie was sleeping peacefully.  Freddie rarely barks but I would hope that if  I was in danger of being hit by a truck he’d warn me.

I woke up feeling exhausted, my back hurt, my legs hurt, my brain hurt and if I hadn’t just had my eye-sight checked I would have sworn there was a 50 pound gorilla sitting on my chest.

Here I have today off and all I want to do is pull the covers over my head and going back to sleep.

So I forced myself to do three things to feel better:

1.  I said my “go-to”  Baha’i prayer when I’m in one of those “woe is me” spaces.

2.  I watched 2 videos on “PLAY!”  (I was so inspired by the 4 minutes I watched the longer 12 minute version too).

3.  Freddie and I went outside to play.

Take your pick: 4-minutes of video, 1/2 – minute of prayer,

12-minutes of video,!*

4 minutes

30 seconds

“O God! Refresh and gladden my spirit.
Purify my heart. Illumine my powers.
I lay all my affairs in Thy hand. Thou art my Guide and my Refuge.
I will no longer be sorrowful and grieved;
I will be a happy and joyful being.
O God! I will no longer be full of anxiety, nor will I let trouble harass me.
I will not dwell on the unpleasant things of life.

O God! Thou art more friend to me than I am to myself. I dedicate myself to Thee, O Lord.”

12 minutes

*You’ll have to find your own play-mate.  

Freddie’s done playing and resting in the sun.