If you are a regular consumer of my blog, you will read the following and think for sure that I am plagiarizing. It is so serious! It is so…..normal?!?! But nay, I am not plagiarizing. I can write in a professional manner when necessary, and I needed to pen an article about animal communication to potentially be published in a local publication. So here it is! I wanted to share it on my blog because it so succinctly explains the ins and outs of animal communication. I am not a “pet psychic.” I don’t just read your pet’s energy; I actually have a full conversation with him or her, same as I do a human. The term animal communicator much better describes the service since actual interspecies dialogue occurs.
Perhaps you have heard of animal communication. It has become quite mainstream here in Indiana, and I am sure you understand the general idea. Animal communication—talking with animals, right? But what does that actually entail? Continue reading “What is Animal Communication?”
“I am enamored of your farts.”
Don’t ask me why–perhaps it is genetic (we found a bevy of typed fart jokes in my grandpa’s desk drawer after he died)-but I think passing wind, tooting, poofing, cropdusting, whatever term you wish to use to describe small explosions betwixt the butt cheeks, to be riotously hilarious. Every. Single. Time.
Much to my amazement, some animals also think farts are hysterical too. I once conversed with two dogs who professed to miss their human grandfather. Come to find out, one of the main reasons they loved to be around this kindly old man was because of his boisterous wind passing. The sound delighted them, and of course, being dogs, they thought the smell to be heavenly ! They even inquired of their mom when Grandpa would return to see them so they could enjoy his ass music. LOL!!!!!
Stories like this are one of the multitude of reasons I adore being an animal communicator.
There was no blog last Friday because I was simply overwhelmed with grief. It was the one year anniversary of our dog Daisy’s passing. At times, I do quite well without her in her physical body. Other times, I really am not worth a shit. Friday was one of the “not worth a shit” days.
Daisy was truly my best friend, teacher and offspring all rolled into one feisty, yappy, four-legged pumpkin head of a pooch. The Universe broke the mold when it brought forth Doodalee Dimitri. Continue reading “Daisy’s Discourse on Death”
So Wowsy Woosy!!! I had a fabulous conversation today and was simply compelled to write about it.
I asked a lady what she thought prompted folks to be skeptical about animal communication, psychic ability, etc. etc. blah blah blah. Her answer was amazeballs! I had NEVER even considered it for two seconds! It explained so much to me.
Continue reading “Part 2 of the Jocular Post, “How Do You Deal with Skeptics?””
Ouch!! Nothing hurts the heart and soul, makes them scream and howl, more than the loss of a loved one. Death. Sucks. Ass. At least for those left behind.
I have been coping with the physical loss of our beloved spoiled heathen, Daisy. Pomeranians are full of sunshine, piss and vinegar, and more energy than a nursery school filled with toddlers. And loving!! Goodness, they love fiercely and are the most loyal tiny creatures. But Daisy Doodalee Dimitri broke the Pommy mold. The Universe birthed the Uber Pom when it sent Daisy into our realm. Girlfriend was wackadoo!!! She was super sassy, spazzy, bossy, and the best of all Pom traits on steroids. For years now, I have always thought of her whenever I hear the Stevie Wonder tune, “Isn’t She Lovely?”. There was never a dull moment with her.
Continue reading “Mourning Musings”