Communication is a tricky business

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Life of Benji

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Since I came to live with my forever family, mom has shown a renewed interest in interspecies’ communication. It all kick-started with the book “Are we smart enough to know how smart animals are? ”  We, a.k.a. the ZAB team, truly thank our dear friend in Groningen, the Netherlands for this book! The book is a New York Times Bestseller and written by Professor Frans de Waal. He is a Dutch primatologist and ethologist who works at Emory University in Atlanta. Frans’ research shows that animals are a lot smarter than what most people give them credit for. WOOOFFF, high paws for Frans!

We also saw an interesting National Geographic documentary on dog training research. OK I admit, I lost interest as soon as I discovered I couldn’t play with any of the dogs in the video. I did see one of the experiments that showed how dogs…

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Heartbroken Princess

She said, “I’m heartbroken.”

A woman invited me to her home to meet with her Boston Terrier, a sweet girl named Princess.  Princess was not herself lately, she seemed worried and down.  Princess eagerly told me how she felt.

She said, “I’m heartbroken.”

Her emotion filled message brought me to my knees. I scoop her up and held her while she explained her situation at home.  She explained that family has left and she does not know why they do not come back.

As it turns out there had been a lot of family changes that year.  First, her long time cat companion crossed over.  Then her people divorced.  Lastly four more family members who were temporarily staying with her moved.  This left Princess without that couple, their child and cat. The child was two-years old, and one of the parents was at home with him all day. Princess’ life was full and busy.  She became attached to the child, and she and the cat had become best friends.

As a result of her reading the woman decided to make some changes to help Princess feel better.  One change was her decision to share custody of Princess with her former husband who was happy to participate in the plan as he missed Princess.  Her former husband works from home.  Now Princess would again have his company all day while the woman was away at work.  Additionally, the woman found ways to spend more quality time with Princess on the weekend.

Client has given permission to share her story.  I do not share stories without explicit permission.

The dog version of Ted

His sadness instantly changed to outright laughter.

In his reading, Dave’s dog Rocky came across as a stereotype version of a “guy”.  The foul-mouthed, hooligan teddy bear that was in the movie Ted, with Mark Wahlberg, is a good example of Rocky’s personality.

Dave was a bachelor for most of the time that he and Rocky lived together.  The two hung out, watched sports, ran, roughhoused, and they loved each other.  Actually, Dave said Rocky taught him about real love, unconditional love.  Later, but while Rocky was alive, Dave married and had children.   Rocky became a family dog for the last five years of his life.

Rocky crossed over last year, and the family adopted a new dog.  Dave described his new dog as “a nice family dog and good with the kids.”

Dave missed his buddy Rocky, so he contacted me and we check in on him.  Rocky’s answer to Dave’s question instantly turned Dave’s sadness to outright laughter, and his mind flooded with fun memories of Rocky.

Dave asked Rocky what he thought about the new family dog.   Rocky said, “They should have just got a turtle!”

Dave laughed so hard he cried, then he said, “That’s my Rocky, all right!  Our new dog, Sable,  is nice, quiet and downright boring.”

 

Turtle lovers please accept my apology.  This is not my opinion of turtles.  I love turtles; I am just the messenger.

Magical boost to animal communication

Flower essences magical or merchandise?

The flower essence cosmos may help to stimulate or open your innate ability to communicate with animals.  It is known to open the opportunity for inter-species communication.  Cosmos flower essence is the diluted extract from the flowers of a cosmos plant.  The resulting essence is often preserved in a brandy base.

Cosmos may work perfectly for you in exactly the way you imagined, but the influence of any flower essence is not always straightforward.  Choosing to work with a flower essence is akin to working with magic.  The magical working starts long before the essence is bottled and arrives in a store ready for use.

Let us look at the commonly used process for making cosmos flower essence, and then you may decide for yourself whether it is magical or merchandise.   First, the plant develops from seed or seedling in nature under the sun, moon, and stars for months before the flowers reach peak potency.  Next, on a sunny day, the co-creation of the essence is performed by placing the most perfect cosmos flowers in pure water in a glass bowl where they remain imbuing the water with their energetic imprint for 4 or 5 hours.  Then, the cosmos flowers are removed and returned to nature.  Lastly, the infused water is blended with brandy and stored in a cool place, in a dark bottle further preserving the energetic imprint of the cosmos flower.  Do you think there is some magic involved?

Where to buy ready-made cosmos   The Flower Essence Society (FES) is one company offering cosmos flower essence, and their product is easy to find in many health food and metaphysical stores.  My favorite is Green Hope Farm (GHF) .  They offer cosmos, and they have a special line of essence made especially for animals.  GHF preserve their essences in vinegar instead of brandy.golden-pup-in-flowers-flower-essence

Soon I will post my unexpected experience with the flower essence luffa.

Saint Bernard in an Apple Tree

The animal communicator’s message told me that Bo Bear was in his unique version of the happiest place.

My sadness turned to joy when the animal communicator told me that she saw him in an apple tree, which had both the flowers and fully ripened fruit.  The message made no sense to her, but it was spot-on for me.

Given the choice Bo Bear, my 200-pound Saint Bernard, would have chosen an apple over a steak.  Apples were his favorite treat and toy, and he loved smelling flowers.  Our special time together was when we walked my gardens looking for new blooms.  He would sniff for a new scent, and then he would point it out to me when he found one.

Coming to terms with letting Bo Bear go was hard, but after his final painful period an appointment was set.   At home and on the ride to his veterinarian, he was weak and only slightly aware of us, but when he arrived, we did not lift him out of the car as we expected.  He exited the car on his own and walked inside.  He seemed to be filled with energy, and his walk was strong.  For a brief moment in time, he reminded me of the formidable dog he once was.

This was confusing for me.  I questioned my decision and whether I had the timing right, but the decision was made only after several thorough discussions with his veterinarian, and when my heart and mind knew it was his time to cross over.

I have learned that this lightness and transitory rejuvenation sometimes comes to animals at this time.  Over the years with my own animals and through communicating with other’s animals, I have two theories on why this may happen to an animal at this time.  One is that this boost comes to help them with the transition.  The other is that they view their passing differently than we may, and that at that time they do feel lighter and freer.  They have done the job they came to do, they know they did their best, and their person or family is there beside them.

The animal communicator’s message turned my sadness to joy, because I knew Bo Bear was in his unique version of the happiest place.

Dog in the header image is my dog Bo.

Favorite animal communication yet

The needed life lesson is clear now, but little did she know that her german shepherd and her wolfhound were working together to guide her through this big life lesson.

This is my favorite reading yet.  It shows how animals continue to work with us from the other side, and it is funny.  You will quickly see the reason for their work emerge from the story, but what may surprise you is the teamwork between her two canine teachers.

When the german shepherd joined the session it was quite a surprise for both of us.  Her session was arranged to talk with her husband who had passed away after a long illness.  She felt her husband was her soulmate.  She had been alone for a long time, and she was having trouble letting go and moving on.

A few weeks prior, she arranged a session to talk with her wolfhound that passed away recently.  To her knowledge, her german shepherd did not know her wolfhound, because he had passed away before she adopted her wolfhound.   She was ready to move forward and adopt another dog, but first she wanted to run her decision by her wolfhound that passed away.

The needed life lesson is clear now, but little did she know that her german shepherd and her wolfhound were working together to guide her through this big life lesson.

Her german shepherd told us that he sent the wolfhound to her.  Working together her life lesson plan was prepared because they saw that she could not move on in her life.  She adopted the wolfhound as a way to fill the hole in her heart and her life, but after a while, it was discovered that he had the same illness that caused her husband to pass.  Eventually the illness was the cause of her wolfhounds’ passing, and she began the process of coming to terms with letting him go, grieving and later feeling ready to adopt another dog.  Although it was over a shorter period, she went through a very similar process with her dog as she did with her husband.

The lesson her dogs had planned for her was to help her to move on to her next soulmate by teaching her that she could let go, move on and love again.

The funny part      The german shepherd showed up in the middle of the reading with her husband.  He sat in front of me with his over-sized ears, and he said, “doofus.”

I went silent.  I did not know how to react.  I thought, “Why is he calling me a doofus, and who is he?”  He kept saying it.  I told my client.  She laughed, and said that was a nickname she called her german shepherd.  She said he was brilliant, but he could also be very goofy.

Once he had our attention he went on to explain her life situation from his higher sentient perspective.  He spoke to her from what I call the “soul contract” level.  He talked to her about why he was in her life, and how he was helping her to learn her important life lesson.   These two dogs guided her on her life lesson, which was the most challenging one for her to learn.

Her dogs succeeded in teaching her.  She has moved on in key areas of her life including adopting another wolfhound and dating.  You’re invited to read about her new wolfhound in an upcoming post, which is about socks.

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Dom was my four-legged medical assistant. During my worst period, I would have five Grand Mal seizures a day. Hitting without a warning, the force of these seizures was minimized as the vigilant Dom would spring into action.

The true story of the shelter pup that saved my life.  I wrote Dom’s story as a way of thanking him.  At Face Value is published in two of the Chicken Soup series books, Leap of Faith and Dog Lover’s Soul.  The Dog Writers Society of America nominated At Face Value as a story that exemplifies the human animal bond.

At Face Value  by Linda Saraco

I had a reoccurring dream. The message was clear and precise, directing me to go to the specified shelter and adopt a particular dog. The dream told me I would know the dog by something unusual about its face. Upon awakening, I just could not recall what unique facial feature. I could only remember it was important to identifying the right dog.

I was so curious and compelled to follow the instructions in the dream.  So, early on the next Saturday morning, I was at the shelter to carefully check available canine adoptees.   After checking all the dogs, I was disappointed that not one dog had anything unusual about its’ face.  There were lots of cute puppies and just as many appealing older dogs, but I did not feel a connection to any of them.

On my way out of the shelter, I noticed a box of puppies just outside of view from the main area.  My attention was drawn to one puppy in particular, and I decided to take a closer look. One of the puppies appeared to not have fur on his face, while the rest of the litter were all black with spots of white. They where a mix of black Lab and Chesapeake Bay Retriever and so they were called Chesapeake Labs. Each pup was named after a type of pasta. The one that captured my interest was Fettuccini.

My heart felt sad for the pup, and I hoped he had not been injured. As, I lifted him from the box, his large and clumsy paws reached over my shoulders to cling tightly to my back. On closer inspection, I realized he did have fur on his face, but it was a very odd shade of gray that caused it to have the appearance of skin. Satisfied he was okay; I placed him back with his litter mates to continue my exit from the shelter.

And then it hit me, my thoughts blared with the words, “THE FACE, IT’S THE DOG WITH THE UNUSUAL FACE!” Immediately, I returned to the puppy and held him. We bonded instantly, and I headed for the adoption desk. I could not leave without him. I knew we belonged together.

Within that short span of time, the gray-faced pup had wrapped his paws around my heart. In meeting with the adoption counselor, I was informed a family had already selected him. There was, however, still a slight chance since the family had not made their final decision. It was between Fettuccini, the gray-faced pup, and his litter mate, a female named Penne. It was worth waiting for the decision.

After an anxiety-filled hour, I saw the family leaving the shelter carrying Fettuccini. I began to cry inside. Then I realized a member of the family, the mother, was walking straight towards me. They knew I was awaiting their decision and I prepared for the worst. My heart pounded as I stood frozen in place as she approached. For a moment, she did not say a word or give any indication of her decision. Then, with a broad grin, she said, “Here’s your dog!” I was speechless and grateful and tears gushed from my eyes. I embraced him and again felt those big front paws securely hugging my back.

Although I was thankful to have him, little did I know I was not nearly as thankful as I would later come to be.

I took the gray-faced pup home and named him Dominic. Fettuccini was his middle name.

From the start, he was not at all a typical rambunctious puppy. He was very calm, serious and didn’t play much. However, he was obedient, intelligent and very attentive to me. For two years, we lived a happy existence together as Dom grew into a healthy, robust dog and my valued companion. Then I developed a serious illness.

As Dominic was turning two years old, I was diagnosed with a seizure disorder. I was having full seizures called Grand Mal and other partial, milder types. These seizures caused me to collapse into unconsciousness. Upon awakening, I would always find Dom on top of me. At first, I was not at all happy to have a 90 pound dog on me until I came to realize he was preventing me from hurting myself by restricting thrashing movements, and limiting my injuries.

During mild seizures Dom stood rock solid so I could just hold on to his front legs until it passed.  As I would start to regain consciousness, I was aware of his voice. I would follow his barking as a means to revive me into complete consciousness.

Dom was my four-legged medical assistant.  Without Dominic’s forewarning, I could have experienced much more physical damage. During my worst period, I would have five Grand Mal seizures a day. Hitting without a warning, the force of these seizures was minimized as the vigilant Dom would spring into action.

For about a year, I had seizures every day and then they gradually started to subside. I had come to rely on Dom to warn me before a seizure would take hold, and we’d work through it together, each of us knowing what we had to do till the crisis passed.

Dominic is a natural born Seizure Assistance Dog. He is literally a one in million dog. His instincts are astounding. He is an outstanding companion, and I am honored to be the most important person in his world. I can’t begin to express the amount of admiration, appreciate and love I have for Dominic. He saved my life; he’s a hero.

I am now well, and there are no more seizures. He has returned to his previous daily doggie activities, though still watchful of me and ready to be of assistance. He finds way to help out around the house – and I indulge his sense of duty.

My little gray-faced puppy has become a dream come true.