It Started With
A twinge of suspicion. An inkling. That uncertain certainty.
“Is the dog reading my thoughts?”
Nya, our fuzzy beagle (beagle/PBGB mix) was hiding under the bed. The only other time she had done this was the one time she saw me pull out the dog shampoo. After that incident, I would put her on a leash before I got her bath ready. That morning I had decided to give her an impromptu bath so she had no indication that I was going to do it. No leash, no shampoo, no water. There was no one in the house to mumble the “B word” too. So why was Nya cowering under the bed?
It Continued With
A growing curiosity. A building. The logic in illogical.
I began to notice that before my kids came home Nya would be waiting for them at the edge of the yard. If I decided to run an errand she’d put herself in her kennel. If I started planning a walk, even if it was later in the day, Nya would suddenly be hovering at my feet. It was as if our motions and thoughts had become streamlined. She was responding before I began acting.
Until It Halted With
A hiccup. A disconnect. The miss in communication.
We moved for the third time in six years and all of a sudden the streamline between Nya and myself become frazzled. After we’d been in the house for a few months Nya started peeing on the carpet. Not only was she marking the carpet but she’d do it when she knew we were in another area of the house. I’d tell her “No”, clean the carpets and she’d pee on it the very next day. I’d tell her “No”, clean the carpets and she’d pee on it. Eventually I blocked off the two rooms and decided something had to be done.
I knew part of the issue was loud noises, especially thunder. Whenever there was a storm I would find a fresh pee spot but it wasn’t only loud noise. I needed answers but how was I going to find them. Nya had been potty trained for years. I knew she wasn’t peeing from high nerves or sickness or an inability to hold urine so a vet wasn’t likely to have the answers we were looking for.
There is a wide gap between believing in something and knowing it. I have believed for some time that we can communicate with animals and have heard some amazing stories of people who have an acute ability to do so but I had never experienced a clear communication myself. I was ready to cross the gap.
Janet Roper and I have been connected on social media for years. I was well acquainted with her work as an animal communicator and had been a guest on her radio show but I had never worked directly with her before. After explaining the situation to Janet, she intuitively connected to Nya, tapped into her thoughts and then proceeded to pass them onto me.
Apparently Nya did not feel “settled” into the new home and was still stressed with the changes in her life after our move. Janet explained to me that as a dog, Nya can’t perceive time the way we do. She doesn’t understand that the change has ceased. Janet confirmed for me that Nya does hate electric storms but all the changes in her life were the major issue. Janet made a number of suggestions on how we could help Nya. The most important of these was to explain to her whenever there was a change in her daily life, to the smallest detail, so she would know who to expect.
So It Reignited With
A comment. A gesture. The possibility of the impossible.
“Were going away for the weekend, Nya. I promise we will come back after tonight. This nice boy is going to take care of you. You’re going to sleep in this room and he will take you on a walk.”
I started talking to her about everything. When I was leaving the house. When I would return. Where we were going for a walk. How crazy my kids were driving me. I noticed a change in her within a few days of my session with Janet. Nya was more relaxed and would stay out in the yard longer. The biggest change came the very first day. She jumped up with us on the couch to snuggle while we watched TV. She had not done that since we had moved. I started putting her in her kennel when the thunderstorms rolled in, which seemed to make her feel more secure and calm. We’re streamlined again and Nya hasn’t gone on the carpet since.
There are greater gifts than clean floor fibers. I have gone from believing to knowing and oh how sweet it is. When we when bridge a gap our world changes. I started talking to all the living creatures that happened across my path and how deliciously silly it all is. Does the robin understand my morning greeting? Does that squirrel know how much I dislike it eating all the birdseed? Does the plant hear my praise of its flower?
Why would we turn to an animal communicator over a veterinarian? When the time has come to bridge the gap between the species.
If you are ready to bridge the gap between you and your animal pal with an animal communication session, I can do that for you. Book your session and let’s get those lines of communication open!