The Dog Days of Summer, 2017

I've been working with O'Rio Grande since just prior to the official start of summer, 2015.  My first impression of "O'Rio" was he was confused.  And confusing.  Part of him was ferociously barking and showing teeth as I approached "his" house in my vehicle -- he'd come out of the garage, which is where his owner had told me he preferred to stay, rather than in the house. "He's allowed to come in the house, he just doesn't." I recall she said, and she described him as a very good dog.

O'Rio with his upper lips caught in his face, as I call it.  2015.  Chosen because it cracks me up!

The back half of him that day was wagging like crazy, and the back part of his body was very unusual looking.  He had a wide, flat, back, and long legs. He did come inside the house and sat next to someone in the family on the other side of the kitchen table from me, his back to the windows and wall, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. And reacting repetitively if the human he was being touched by quit touching.  I'd seen that before -- lived that before -- with my retriever / collie mix, Peachie, who was in the last litter of puppies my family would have at their kennel.  She was born in 1969 and lived until just after New Years 1985 -- about 16 years from conception to 'return' via euthanasia. 

I call this 'needy' insecure behavior 'being a cling-on', sitting there next to one of his beloved humans, and needing constant 'hand on the head'.  A busy professional, including travel, this beloved family dog's family simply has 'moved on in life', and I'd been connected as "Mardy PopIns". 

Once I was alone with him, for what was one of hundreds of days now, I could sense his hesitancy with me. I would learn he is son of the family's beloved 'mama dog', who had lived to about 12 I believe, with life-ending spinal and orthopedic problems laborador retrievers have often.  This guy had been the dog who grew up in the chaos of kids and parents coming and going, the marriage splitting -- amicably, and then he saw every one off to college. 

Then the owner followed with a new frontier awaiting on the Front Range.  People came in to care for him daily, and he had ample room to roam around, but he became deconditioned, depressed, and downright 'complex'. "Messed Up" period.  But soon he was over at my side, nervously allowing my affection and communications.  I knew we'd be fine. 

AND, I'd  noticed the RV in the yard when I pulled in, just before becoming concerned and focused on O'Rio's half ferocious and half happy-to-see-me greeting.  I'd had a vision in my mind's eye over a year before, of 'that RV'.  I had found the reason I'd sold my things and started traveling from home to home as 'Mardy PopIns' at Christmas 2014, completing my 105th month renting a lovely duplex.

I'd begin living there when working PRN/on call part to full time for Rocky Mountain Health Plans' Home Health Department.  I'd drive around the outlying areas primarily, seeing patients who were ordered to have occupational therapy.  One day I had a patient in DeBeque, Loma, and the farthest ranch on Glad Park before going into Utah.  I also had an agreement to provide the occupational therapy services within the PT clinic in the Primary Care Parterns / Docs on Call building. 

I'd move just after my 46th birthday, and get a call as soon as the movers left saying that my beloved cousin (removed) had an abdominal aortic anurysm. I knew how bad those were, I knew she would die, and by the next week I had flown to Chicago for the funeral.  She'd provide through her estate planning, some funds which allowed me to stop doing the on call driving all around The Grand Valley home health job, and concentrate on my OT practice within the clinic and 'health care reform model of medicine' building.  

I'd realize in Chicago that I had some symptoms of a urinary tract infection. It would be diagnosed and treated as soon as I returned, as I had an appointment scheduled with a doctor who I was thinking would be doing a hysterectomy in the future.  This occurred in mid December of that year. 

A medication error occurred after I breezed through surgery and post-op recovery which lead to me having a 'download' of information as I angrily packed my belongings and prepared myself to be in public and look presentable.  I translate the information I got telepathically into these words: This happened to you, as knowledgeable as you are, in a hospital as good as this one, in a city known for superior health care -- imagine what is happening to other people in other places.  A bunch of people are going to do something about this mess we're in, and you are going to be one of them.

The first new patient I had at the clinic after that Saturday in mid December 2006 was a woman with a diagnosis of 'fibromyalgia', who had heard about me from her massage therapist.  The MT had heard that the OT in the PCP building had fibromyalgia -- I've never learned how that was she knew that.  But the woman took it upon herself to get a Rx for OT, and make an appointment, and come.  It was just after New Years 2007. 

The first doctor I'd marketed to had said that no therapy clinic in the area was providing what patients with fibromyalgia needed and he'd drawn me a 'recipe for success' for the patients and the providers, and told me he had 10 new patients a week referred with that diagnosis.  Since that was what I'd been unofficially diagnosed with in the late 1990s, by the doctor this patient had gotten her Rx from, ironically, I had a good idea what these patients needed. 

And I had the need to find patients and generate revenue, of which I'd get a percentage from the clinic.  But their management shot the idea down -- this was not the type of condition and patient the clinic wanted.  They did not know, at the time, I had the condition.  They'd later get many opportunities to treat me for the various symptoms -- vertigo, neck weakness, post hysterectomy muscle imbalances, TMJ dysfunction exacerbated by the intubation with the surgery, and more vertigo and reverberation of sounds. 

I'd like to think they were seeing that people with fibromyalgia could be helped in their clinic and were good patients for their practice, and this other gal just 'frosted the cake'.  She'd take the suggestions I made to go to a PT there, and to the pain / neurological psychologist in the building, and he got re-invigorated by her progress and suggested we start an education group. 

Which lead to my seeing that the website I was getting an idea, about and taking the Business Incubator Center's planning / entrepreneureal class about, could include educational seminars with video and handouts as we did in person, and then we could have forums for discussion (where you're reading now, thought I'm the only one who writes in them now -- it's just easier that way). 

By the end of 2007 I was frustrated with the building's lack of support and downright sabbotaging of the series by reversing their pledge we could have the conference rooms every Thursday from 4 to 6, JUST as we had lined out all these 'doctor's and others' to come speak, with no way of announcing to people the location changes.... and I took the leap to help upstart an integrative medicine clinic which was supposed to have a big seminar area to provide income and space for lights, camera and action (which did not happen as agreed when signing the lease) AND A WEBSITE. 

We got off the ground / "went live on the Internet" with a handful of seminars from MD, ND, and two PhD psychologists, one internationally known, who credited me years later for my exceptional resiliency.  The Mardy PopIns Project was way beyond Plan A, B, or C -- maybe was plan M.  (Below, photo from Thanksgiving 2009 on the mountain I grew up on, at the spring that came out through a pipe that was horizontal.  It was the last 'normal day' at my family of origin's house, my father would collapse before Christmas, Lumigrate would be underway just prior to this via a website master in another state, and there's been a lot of water under the bridge, no pun intended.) 

Having seen "the RV" that matched what was in my mind's eye that got me saying to myself (and then others) "I get the sense I next need to go out roving around, somehow, not having a house and the expenses, next ... for a while.... until Lumigrate is monetized (paying for itself, and for me, it's my life-long income plan for 'old age', and intended to leave a legacy and the world a better place" was ever-so-comforting. 

"The RV and O'Rio after 'big snow' of Feb 2016"

O'Rio's house was with space for my 'usually needed' items, and my work station, so I could continue my work on Lumigrate. On one of my 'trips' in the 'go here now' groove, I'd driven spontaneously up the road, I'd even looked at the house and been drawn to it but thought "you're supposed to connect with someone you'll see out" and "you don't just go driving up to someone's house and say "I felt driving by and seeing your house that  I'm supposed to connect with you".  I would have likely met O'Rio, and nobody else. 

I often wonder what would have happened had I decided differently, two months before getting connected through a mutual colleage (in my case) and friend (in the owner's case). 

My goal was, and is, that Lumigrate be free to the public, which I'd come to realize is necessary with the complex chronic conditions' population more than average websites because by the time people realize they are in need of information AND motivated to study, they often are too debilitated in the resource of money (time and energy being the other factors) to pay a subscription service.  Also, when people are looking around, who is going to have the ambition to sign up for a website, let alone get out a card and pay for the subscription.  I learned after years of wanting to subscribe to Gaia TV that it's very limiting to charge even a $10 / month fee, for various reasons. 

Typical advertisments are visually draining and distracting, which for people with low energy of the brand and body can be detrimental moreso than the 'well' people using the Internet.  They can lead the user away from what you're wanting them to accomplish at a website -- in my case for Lumigrate I want people to be learning information and taking links to other websites and resources I select and encourage! 

PLUS savvy consumers know that advertisers often have influence over what's on the website, or in the movie or show, or printed media.  And Lumigrate's niche of consumers are more savvy than the average consumer. They've wised up from the hard knocks of being beaten down by the things which load us down and slowly (or rapidly) take our wellness level to 'ill' and leave it there chronically.  And they're scrutinous about 'who's paying for this website, this person's time'.  Hence, I am explaining the history of Lumigrate from the start to the present. 

We were with growing position on the Internet from day #1, and in June 2015 as I set up shop in O'Rio's house, the recent topic I'd created about a Facebook group and a man who professed about a protocol to reverse chronic illness using a common veterinary medicine (fenbendazole) and red reishi extract had more reads than anything had ever had.  I'd tried the protocol.  It worked. But it was not without concerns and downsides, as it was a patented medication AND had some additives which many would prefer not to consume.  A more natural way was what many people wanted, and I wanted to try that route myself. 

I'd connect with Crystal Tripp at that time, who would go on to develop products that healed her self, young child, grown child and his dog.  Tragedy would strike with her son being killed at night on his bicycle after improving, and she'd funnel her talents, dedication, and grief into creating Dis-Ease Solutions natural products.  By 2017 she was asking to support my work after we REconnected on Facebook.  Somehow we had been disconnected. So this is going forward for her without my knowledge and involvement while I'm being connected to O'Rio's owner, home, and O'Rio. It was my 3rd house as Mardy Poppins.  THREE IS A CHARM. 

I'd notice at the start of our time together that O'Rio squatted, uncomfortably, to pee/urinate, presumably not able to lift his leg as most "boy dogs" do.  That changed within a week, and I was 'tuning in' to study from this dog who was 10+ years old, and looked 14 (most people guessed).  I was thinking about WHY he improved so rapidly.  The teacher in the afore-mentioned group about fenbendazole had taught that dogs have shorter intestines.  But as I watched O'Rio and watched myself, I knew I was the one feeling a burden of learning all this stuff, deciding what to do, how to obtain items needed and so on -- and he was --- not worrying about all that, he just did what I provided and he got better!  

On the night of the 'blood moon' rising, I happened to walk him in a different area about two miles away, not knowing it was near where his owner's ex husband lives (who is on good terms so sees him a lot, which I did not know).  He called out to me from across the canal, inquiring if that was who he thought it was -- and it was!  "It's good to see him on a leash ... do you have to lift him into your car to get him over here?"  I was not lifting him at that time, he was jumping in by then, having improved substantially. 

I considered the timing of the encounter immediately prior to the full, blood moon rising to be of significance.  Recently I learned that his family member had adopted one of O'Rio's littermates, who hikes Colorado's 14-ers with the family .... quite a difference from what O'Rio's abilities have been.  What might the difference be?  I hope you follow the story to find out what it might be, and then decide for yourself, and take with you what you will to apply to your life, or that of a beloved other. 

O'Rio, however, could not jump into the car on his own when hot and tired, we'd have to rest, and Chow Down Pet Supply's manager saw us sitting waiting to regroup one hot spring day afer we'd walked the trail by their store.  They have the nicest customers who offered to help, too.  So they donated a sling that's like what you carry fire wood in with, which he very much appreciated.  I'm sure it was scary and painful when he had to struggle to get in the car.  But get in the car and go for a ride and a walk and whatEVER was his favorite thing to do.  And so we went out and about, increasingly.

I'm very comfortable with dogs, my mother (and father) decided to bring three golden retrievers from England, when moving to the mountains outside of Denver, Colorado in the mid 1950s.  My first steps had me outside pulling up on a dog -- who'd then have another dog come along and engage it in play and I'd fall down and have to get up again.  Movies without dogs of my 1st birthday, at the home of a relative, show me with clear autism characteristics.  The first thing I'd come up with as a child to answer the question 'what do you want to do when you grow up' was to do with dogs and handicapped people.  Which was not supported by my parent, so onto another idea they did not like, and another and another. 

But at 55, I was FINALLY coming around to what I'd originally envisioned as a child!  About the time of this photograph....

Soon, I realized O'Rio was helping me communicate about the concepts I teach overall, as he was a dog, and it's just easier to see how things affect dogs than it is people.  And -- he's CUTE, and such a charmer.  Recently we had to go in for an unexpected tire repair and the woman CSR as we were paying and checking out said to him "you have the sweetest, kindest eyes I've ever seen" and I realized my dad used to talk about Peachie at about this age having someone on a hike say 'that dog has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a dog".  I think they are kindred spirits. 

His owner was fine with my using him as a teaching tool, and I started seeing that in their home and family, his changes were perhaps going to make a difference via 'the ripple effect', and inspire, even a little bit, improvements to their lives and well-being. 

I had no clue that my experiences with his story and getting people involved to help would bring me the supportive people and businesses that have come, as I write this in early August 2017.  I went about things in a serial, slow way, so that I could see what change affected what symptoms better.  And on some things where I'd have preferred things progress rapidly, such as changing diet provided by the owner, change came slowly, which was understandable, as they'd ended up in middle age 'struggling to keep up' with all the components of a complex life. 

Pretty soon I found myself saying "I think you maybe have kind of what I have had for a long time....".  And thankfully they "got on it", finding solutions and advise, and avoided a health catastrophe due to proactivity. And this contributed, I believe, to seeing the wisdom in paying more for the dog's food. Which lead to seeing the improvements from the diet.  

This delay, a blessing in disguise, lead me to be creative, roll up my sleeves and work on forming relationships with vendors, producers, and, by month 22, I was offering to hand make 'clean, organic, non GMO (or as close as we can come) for $5/day for ingredients.  Good kibble and scraps had been the diet generally beginning around the time of my birthday in the spring of 2016 and the results were impressive in how he looked and moved.  In July of 2016 I noticed he was prancing EVERYWHERE! He reminded me of a dog in a ring, or a horse even -- hard to tell with his size, which, right? (grins)

Ironically, it was the week of my birthday in 2017 when the Fed Ex truck pulled up as the next step to wellness -- a short term discount from a manufacturer was offered and the owner agreed to give it a go, temporarily.  I know whenever I get off course from organic and as good a diet as I can provide for myself, I regress a lot, and rapidly. (Thank you to Dr. Geoffrey Broderick and Bonnie his assistant at Cornucopia Pet Food and his veterinary office in New York.) 

And so it began, a two month 'cleaning out' of the tissues of the body by going "buckled down" organic -- as "Doc" said "not one bite that is not organic for two months".  His family's younger, hyperactive, problematic dog joined us in mid April, which is why I had seriously requested the investment in food at that time.  She'd rehabilitate well, returning to live in the college town last week, and O'Rio continuing on with an exceptionally good diet, but having some of the kibble he was 'on' in 2016 around the time of the photo, below.  He would get some gas around that time, I wasn't too concerned, and then in late July he suddenly had a week of diarrhea and tar-like, loose stool. 

A resource I'd like to tell you about now is the Cornucopia Institute dot org website, which scrutinizes products claiming to be organic -- both for people and pets. So we kicked things off with two weeks of canned, supplemented by organic food such as I'd make for myself which ends up being cheaper than the canned dog food. Which lead to my suggesting longer-term doing this cleaning out, if I'd make the food free of charge if the ingredients were paid for.  So thanks go to his owner for that generous 'move', and willingness to see what would come in reversing symptoms further through as ideal a diet as we could figure out to provide!  

The photograph, below, is from early July, which was three months into this eating program, shows O'Rio literally flying up a steep hill in the desert.  Keep in mind, he's almost 12-1/2 now, and at 10 when we began our journey together, he started out as I've described, above.

The Beginning -- June 2015

The first morning after settling in the evening before to be the primary caretaker and caregiver while the family continued their lives on the Front Range, I sat on a couch near the bedroom to put on my shoes, and had him turn his back to me so I could massage him.  The pain I sensed was being relieved was impressive.  I instantly thought about having a massage therapy expert teach me more than I knew so far about canine massage.

It took until today to get there!  Because I wanted to go about things in an order so we could see what made a difference and not.  Water purity/ quality.  Food purity/ quality.  Bedding.  Toys.  Exercise changes.  Exposure to toxins in the house, on the grass, in the nearby farmland, in the property's irrigation pond.  Exposures from products people use on their hands, their clothes, their bedding which is coming in contact through contact or breathing in. 

I realized how smart O'Rio was, and how much of an intervention I was providing, as Mardy PopIns, as I call my work in-home, on the second day when I sat in the same spot to put on my shoes, and he eagerly sat with his back to me -- clearly wanting more of 'that' --- that massage stuff. 

So it turned out that the massage therapist who had asked me to connect in early 2014, had gone into Ortho-Bionomy and was at that time still learning from the local resource for that technique.  I'd run into him in June 2014 at an outdoor concert.  He had turned to look at the full moon that someone in his group had just noticed, and JUST THEN, I passed under it, and he called out to say hello to me, remarking about the full moon illuminating me as I went under. 

I'd decided I was going to utilize the event to say out loud what I had been realizing was being suggested to me by what I call TWIG; That Which is Guiding. 

It seemed utterly bizarre that I felt I should sell my things and go off as some 'traveling truffle' of some sort, so I thought I'd just start by telling people I'd have an invitation only, appointment at your convenience garage sale.  This massage therapist / Ortho-Bionomist was THE first person I bounced that idea out to.  He didn't particularly react.  And I didn't choke on my words.  I ended up hanging out with him and his group the rest of the night so I didn't actually get to talking to anyone else and seeing how it 'felt' to say I was going to sell my things.  But we would talk about growing food, orgonite -- yes, FINALLY, someone local who knew what orgonite was! -- and I could tell I had entered some 'other dimension', or 'was finding a new groove'.

I'd started getting the image in my mind's eye in the spring of 2014 of a van-type RV, very distinctive and unique.  In May I'd run into a spiritual guru-type woman who was getting her van's brakes worked on just after I'd been guided to 'right then' go to the UPS Store and send the ashes from my beloved cat, who'd been euthanized due to what I believe was feline dysautonomia / autism in April of 2013. 

There was a postal satellite office near my home, and I'd just been in town for a walk by the river, so turning around NOW and going NOW to THAT PARTICULAR place --- was just something I did.  It was May 2014 when a lot of this kind of thing started happening, like literally being led by the nose and at the last moment, and there was ALWAYS some reason for it.  It got to be very entertaining, actually. That RV/ van would end up being the RV in O'Rio's driveway when I pulled in and was 'welcomed' by O'Rio the first time.  WOW!!!

I'd hyperextend my knee moving my computer into the house, which was ironic since I had a full flight of stairs to the bedroom I was to use.  I took it that I was supposed to be reminded to take my time, to do things only when I was feeling rested enough, not to 'overextend'.  I'd only recently learned of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, and suspected that was what I actually had, and my mother had -- perhaps my father too.  It would account for her life-long symptoms and death at 62 from anurysm. My removed cousin who'd died also. 

And I started looking at O'Rio and wondering if he had doggie autism, doggie Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome -- he had those long, long legs and a strangely shaped body.  He'd get into contorted positions lying on the floor.  I now have learned there's a rising tide of canine dysautonomia, something that started in Europe in the 1980s, then was found in Kansas, Missouri, Colorado, Wyoming and Utah. 

The blessing of the family's young dog coming for the summer was she had a more significant, obvious case, or so I suspect, and she responded well to what was agreed upon to be a "meet and greet and estimate cost to treat", where I got to learn how some shady operators operate -- bait and switch, the provider just went right into treatment and then expected payment.  The next day the phone rang while I was making breakfast and the price had increased of the treatment if I didn't pay by the end of the day.  And then they sent me a bill that had an even higher amount.

I'd known providers who had dislike for this whole category of providers, or who diplomatically verbalized a tepidity and said 'that's not been my experience' when I said I'd found them collaborative.  I'd always held out an open mind but I increasingly was seeing this category of providers as not the type of provider I want to promote.  I hope there are some who are doing honest work and collaborating for the patients involved.  In the past, my personal wellness would never have returned to the level it did in the early 1990s had it not been for a friend insisting I go to one she knew of.  I'd gone to one at 15 and 16 years of age, driving as a new driver down the canyons to Littleton and home.  

But the good thing was that 'example' treatment seemed to make a big difference, and now the dog resides near the provider in the state with 15 years experience in the methods that a veterinarian has trained 4,000 providers (DVMs and DCs).  That provider had agreed to treat O'Rio in trade for the marketing that would come from the story, and suffice it to say you won't be seeing that provider and neither will O'Rio.  Ethics are a foundation for working with me. 

Sometimes it takes a while for the thorns to show on the rose. And I'm happy to say that Travis Reed had agreed to help my former boss' dogs last summer when they were in town for the Palisade Bluegrass Festival, just because he likes to help dogs and dog owners, and have them see the benefits of the techniques he has 'up his sleeve'. 

I'd run into Travis Reed at the Palisade Bluegrass Festival in June 2016, just prior to taking off to go care for O'Rio on the Front Range at the house of the bulldog, whose owner is currently actively in kidney transplant mode (and last July took a family vacation when time had permitted).  Photos: 

Set list from Nicki Bluhm and the Grifters -- check out their Van Sessions on the Internet, they're a blast!  (Thanks to the couple who took the photo and loaned me the set list handed to them -- they were a pleasure and she knew how to tell you to move to get right for a photo!)

During the concert, I was standing / dancing / enjoying front and center at the stage next to a woman I'd met in the IV room at a pay to play MD's office in 2004, who is written about in the local paper for her mercury-related environmental illness.  At the time of this photo, I was just told by Dr. Kessler of Germany who can remotely test for sensitivity to elements (and then teaches how to avoid exposures even to minute or single molecules) that O'Rio is mercury sensitive, the bulldog was aluminum sensitive and guess what?  

I'm one of the rare ones are sensitive to two elements, and mine are mercury and aluminum. (Which leads one to suspect I have ApoE4 and this would explain why, despite all I've done for 40 years now, I've not had more wellness recovery than I have.... and the ups and downs and relapses and so on.) More on this, later.

After the concert I talked to Nicki Bluhm about getting an interview at some point, and felt that 'coincidence' with two women, average age 60, both of whom could have been debilitated by MS (or whatever) and in wheelchairs, nursing homes, graves by now INSTEAD up dancing next to each other. 

She's been my neighborhood neighbor where I'd rented, we'd dated the same guy before and after the time I moved to the Grand Valley, and her newlywed husband from Mexico -- a Reiki provider and movie industry craftsman painter -- had been who I'd hired to do my swamp cooler shut down that fall. 

He'd brought with him to do a repair needing a helping hand or two, the son of my massage therapist from 2004 who had not only caught my thyroid tissue enlargement and gotten me nagging the afore-mentioned IV provider about actually looking at my thyroid, but she'd solved chronic, debilitating plantar fasciitis with her skills in reflexology.  I'm putting some photographs here to demonstrate.  L =  2003    R = 2005 

The before is from the fall of 2003, just as I'd taken headshots for a website about consulting in Colorado Springs on legal cases, I was asked to work in a skilled nursing facility (SNF) in Grand Junction for a couple of months.  I was not feeling up to that much but when they got it down to three weeks and a guarantee to be home for the New Years bash, so I agreed. 

Once I arrived, I just felt I was supposed to ask for the permanent job and move, which the company paid for.  A big snow for the area and state made it the most memorable and difficult move the company had undertaken, only to be replaced with Hurricane Katrina and going to remove someone from that devastated area in 2005.

I realized the pay to play doctor was nearby who I'd sought out to get the IV nutrition I'd just responded to so well when asked by my 1996-1998 employer to go to Grand Junction for 2 weeks -- which turned into 2 months. 

That day with the guys doing a repair on my rented house I was preparing to leave, I did not know it was my former MT's son until the end when he gave me his card.  I'd been walking around barefood all day too, and told him to tell his mother that!  He'd admired my massage table and had said once you're used to having a massage table it's difficult to use a bed but they were short on space at his home. Ironically, they were the first to shop at my 'estate-esque sale' to downsize my life and do this Mardy PopIns thing.

And there I was at the Bluegrass concert connecting with a new, specially trained massage therapist, Travis Reed and dancing next to the couple I had so much history with yet barely know.  He had taught me the concept of 'living like a pelican', something he'd learned from someone in Mexico.  You just get up every day and go fish for what you need.  And that's all you need.  Pelican's maybe make it as simple as dogs!

At this point, I'm going to provide this link to

Nutritional Balancing Programs for Animals, by Dr Lawrence Wilson. 

Copyright 2015, L.D. Wilson Consultants, Inc.

drlwilson.com/ARTICLES/VETERINARY%20PAGE.htm

INTRODUCTION
 
In my experience, nutritional balancing could save farmers, ranchers, livestock and pet owners billions of dollars in unnecessary losses and animal disability.  It would also  extend the lifespan of many animals and contribute greatly to their performance and commercial value of livestock and larger animals.
This is a general article about working with animals.  To read about specific animals, please go to the following links: (and then there are links for Cats, Cows, Deer, Dogs, Horses, Lambs, Sheep).

I particularly noticed and enjoyed seeing this, because I'd thought this through two years ago when O'Rio made such improvements and rapidly.  Why?  Dr Wilson says it well:

2. Animals are much easier to work with than human beings.  The reasons are their diets are easy to control, their mental and emotional makeup is simpler, and their stress levels are lower in most cases.
In addition, the fine-tuning and years of retracing required with most human beings today is rarely required with animals.  This alone greatly simplifies the application of nutritional balancing science in veterinary medicine.

I also want to provide this paragraph, and encourage taking the link, above, to read from Dr L Wilson's website. 

8. Most animals are quite toxic today.  This is due to problems in their feed and their water.  They may also be born this way due to problems in their mother’s bodies.  Toxicity is a serious problem among all the animal species for many reasons.
At times, toxicity is also due to the administration of vaccines, medical drugs and other potions, often for years.  I hope the practice of veterinary medicine will change as more veterinarians realize that many species of animals will not need the vaccines and drugs nearly as much when their body chemistry is brought gently to balance.

TECHNICAL NOTES
 
1. Most animals are fast oxidizers.  Fast oxidation has a precise mathematical definition, according to Dr. Paul Eck, who inspired this website.
Most animals are in fast oxidation, or an alarm stage of stress, or a sympathetic nervous state, because they are under stress due to their food, their water, lack of enough warmth, and other factors such as heavy metal toxicity.  However, most animals are much healthier than human beings because they are fed better, overall, and they have less stress than many, though not all humans.
 
2. The sodium/potassium or Na/K ratio is lower in animals for complex reasons.  This is a general rule that applies to all animals.  This is because their electrical potential across the cell membranes is lower than that of human beings.

The average Na/K ratio for animals is about 0.5.  The Na/K ratio, however, can rise very high in animals when the animal is under stress.  This is, unfortunately, all too common.  While there is some variation within a species, in general the ideal value is pretty much the same within a species.
 
3.  The calcium/magnesium ratio is often too high in animals.  This is because too many of them are fed grain when this is not their native or correct food.
 
4. The four lows pattern and the four highs pattern do occur in animals, but not too often. Most animals are not ill enough to develop a four lows pattern, unlike human beings.  If an animal test reveals a four lows pattern, the animal is in bad shape and usually will not survive for long.  Horses show this pattern more than most other animals.
 
5. Four highs is an unusual stress pattern that is uncommon in animals.  Perhaps this is because the type of stress that causes the pattern rarely occurs in animals, if they are well cared for.  If it does occur, it is a sign that the animal is not well cared for in some way.  For example, perhaps the animal gets too much exercise of is fed stimulating vitamins or other stimulants.
 
6. The calcium and magnesium levels are often quite low in animals.  This is due to 1) stress and 2) a fast oxidation pattern.  A chronic sympathetic discharge or fight-or-flight reaction causes the body to excrete too much calcium and magnesium, and these minerals are difficult to replace with standard animal feeds.
 
              7. Hair must not be washed at the laboratory. As with human beings, for accurate mineral readings, one must use a laboratory that does not wash the hair at all.  In the United States, and perhaps, on the entire planet, I only know of two laboratories that do not wash the hair at all.  They are Analytical Research Labs in Phoenix, Arizona and Trace Elements, Inc in Texas.  We much prefer Analytical Research Labs.  Their graphs are much easier to read and more exact, and for other reasons.
 
OBTAINING A NUTRITIONAL BALANCING PROGRAM FOR AN ANIMAL
 
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SOIL SCIENCE AND NUTRITIONAL BALANCING
 
            Restoring the health of our livestock on earth depends, in part, upon regenerating the soils of the planet.  This is a critical project, and nutritional balancing principles can help.  To learn more about this, please read Soil Rejuvenation With Nutritional Balancing.

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