Animal communication is a very rewarding to share with families. It is also hysterically funny at times. Here are some good giggles I have gotten over the years.

Having my tit mistaken for a squeaky toy ranks right up there! The dog was out of his wee marbles with bliss that we were going to talk, and also feeling anxious. As his stout body swirled in a circle next to me, attempting to climb onto my leg and slobber all over my head, he suddenly chomped down onto one of mine bosoms. I flopped back onto the couch and lost it cackling!

When I took my dog Daisy to the apartment underneath ours to meet the new Pomeranian neighbor and his dad, I was watching her body language to ascertain if she was going to rip him a new bunghole. I could read her like a book and was hoping she wasn’t going to go into a full blown, batshit, asshat fit. Nope! Not my girl! She maneuvered herself to his side, and he froze. Next thing we know, Daisy shoves her head under his stomach and proceeds to lick his tiny peepee. BA HA! Needless to say, they were the best of friends from that day forward.

Want to work with a sex therapist, but don’t know who to call? Maybe it is as simple as scheduling a communication session with your dog. A client called me with some typical animal conundrum-dog hating going to the vet, dog eating poop, etc. After the dog answered some perfunctory questions about his situation, he morphs into Dr. Ruth and lets his mom know all of the things she should change about her sex life.All.Of.Them. His mom and I appreciated his insight–you would swear this dog had a counseling degree–but couldn’t help guffawing at the canine Dr. Ruth.

And the cats. Can’t forget our feline friends! One cat had issues with the dog. As I opened the conversation, the cats says in a neutral, steady voice: “I wish the dog would go to hell.” Tell us how you really feel!

Oh, the endlessly amazing and amusing world of energy work. You couldn’t pay me to quit doing this!