Thank you so much for all the love, warmth and compassion you're flooding us with. The grief is just ours, not Jagger's. Leaving his earthly body was certainly a relief for him.

Earlier this year we didn't think he would make it through another summer, but he must have felt the change coming - us moving to our farm, because he worked up a 3rd, or should I say a 4th wind.

Jagger hated car rides all his life, no matter how much we bribed him:-)

Noah was driving the dogs from the old place to the farm and he said that Jagger was fine the entire ride. Once he lifted him out of the truck, Jagger started walking the entire fenced off part of the property, which is some 5 acres in total. He would do so almost every single day since, including yesterday, when he made one last big round and checked on everything.

Watching him walk was painful for us (and surely painful for him), as his hind legs were very stiff and in recent days his front legs really started giving him problems as well. But he kept walking, checking the ...

Today we helped Jagger cross over. He was 15 years and 3 months young.

Our minds are flooded with memories…He was much more human than dog, with a mind of his own that defied every training method and every trainer he‘s ever met.

Not surprising, is it?

This photo was taken a few hours before his departure. He left with the sun shining on his face, knowing what was going on and as ready as he could be.

We however weren‘t ready for that kind of pain.

Our last words to him where: „Go home, to the real one, go home!“

Power vs Fake Protection

Fake protection is loud.
It wears uniforms, badges, titles, weapons, brotherhoods.
It moves in packs, hides behind procedures, and calls itself strength.

Real power does not need cover.

Fake protection says: Stand with us, or stand alone.
Real power says nothing.
It just stands.

This system survives by confusing the two.

It teaches people that power comes from numbers, approval, hierarchy.
That safety comes from obedience.

That morality can be outsourced to rules, ranks, and rituals.

That is corruption at its core.

You can’t buy me.

You can’t own me.

Not with money.
Not with status.

Not with fear.

If you come to me alone, unarmed, without a title to hide behind,
and you are totally honest.
Then maybe, maybe, I will walk beside you.

But if you need a brotherhood to back you,
a weapon to face me,
or a system to justify you.

Then you are not looking for truth.
You are looking for protection from yourself.

Fake protection is built to avoid accountability.

Power is built on it.

That’s why institutions panic ...