So you think being an animal communicator means my animals always behave? LOL, I wish. Yesterday they were very naughty. I thought my readers might get a kick out of reading what it’s like when my animals misbehave.
It began when the dog ate my headphones. Totally destroyed, gone, finito! She let me know loud and clear that she didn’t appreciate being left out of the cooking extravaganza I was in the middle of. (I had been inspired to make egg rolls and cold sesame noodles, which takes some amount of concentration.) She watched patiently for a while, then quietly slipped away to engage in destruction.
Later, when it was time to feed the horses, she chased the chickens and made a lot of racket which upset the horses. They were already in high spirits as we were in the middle of a heavy snow storm. Her antics meant some of them did not eat their meal that day.
Just getting them to come in and go to their assigned places was a challenge. The girls all lined up politely at the gate, but the boys… they were in the middle of their “stallion” posturing. Lots of rearing, bucking, snorting and even jubilantly rolling repeatedly in the fresh snow.
It would have been a joy to behold if I wasn’t freezing with snow pelting me in the face. (Although I couldn’t help but marvel at their athleticism and the beautiful prancing performance.) I longed for a camera to record it, but the precipitation would have smeared the lens so I gave up that thought.
As I tried to be patient, I was thinking that being an animal communicator you’d think I could just reason with them telepathically. No, it doesn’t work that way. First, it’s more difficult to communicate with my own animals. Just a fact that many communicators experience. Knowing them so well makes it harder to clear my thoughts and let theirs through. Second, I have to be in a calm, meditative state to successfully communicate telepathically.
Six large horses in high spirits with one human who’s visibility is hampered by protective clothing is not conducive to a meditative state! If you know anything about horses, you understand what a dangerous situation that can be. They are so in the moment that there is a lack of recognition of the human being vulnerable to injury.
Looking on the bright side, it was a good opportunity to practice raising my energetic output to create a protective bubble around myself. It all ended well. Today the sun is shining, and my husband loved the egg rolls and cold noodles!
What about you, readers? Any exciting stories about your naughty animals you’d like to share?
