Do you have a good relationship with your pet?

Our pets spend years working on being in relationships with us. They are (mostly) patient, (often) loving and (generally) enthusiastic as they try to be our friends.

And most humans want that too. We want to be close to our animals.

Olive and Gabriel (the new foster dog): heartbeats at my feet.

This is a good time for us to stop being lost in translation, and for us to relate to our pets as the dear members of our family that they are.

So how do we go about developing relationships with our pets?

I have a few ideas for us.

And I really mean US. My beloved dog, Olive- she’s suffering the effects of a too-busy human: one who doesn’t find the time for nearly enough walks, and then makes up for it with too many treats.  Currently, she resembles a swollen tick more than the cute little staffie that she usually is. The holidays did not help with this!

1. Stop and listen

90% of us carry on conversations with our pets.

Is this what it sounds like when you come home?

Ben-Dog is listening...

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We just rattle on with whatever it occurs to us to talk about.
If you did this in conversation with a human, what would they think?

Try this out instead:

Hey Buddy, I’m home. (Stop, take a deep breath, relax, make gentle happy eye contact with your pet. Pet your pet).

How are you? (Stop, wait and listen for an answer. Take another deep breath. See if you can make your slow breathing and their breathing match up).

Good? (Stop. Open yourself up for this conversation. Your pet is loving this attention).

Did you have a good day? ( Stop. Picture in your mind your pet doing fun things while you are at work).

I had a good day, except traffic was pretty bad, and I didn’t get to eat lunch until 2. (Stop, You can make a mind picture about traffic and lunch if you’d like. Listen. Get a little empathy.)

What should we have for dinner? (Stop, listen. You’re telling your pet what’s coming next, which gives them a routine, which helps them feel more at peace).

I know you’re having kibble, but what should I have for dinner? (Stop, listen. Pet).

Just a 3 second break between each question causes two things to happen.  First- you’re slowing down and actually connecting with your pet.  And Second- you might just hear or see an answer from them!

2. When your pet does something you’d rather they didn’t, take a moment to think about their logical reasons for doing so, and then change the environment to make this less likely to occur.

Leo tries out the roasting pan.

On New Year’s Eve, my cat Leo walked into my bedroom, meowed at me, and then proceeded to take a very liquid dump in my new Suede Sperry Topsider Wedges!


Well, from his point of view, he had a few issues that I was not addressing, and he needed to get my attention.

Foster dogs are annoying (we had just received a new one that day).

Cats should get to go outside on New Year’s Eve, regardless of the drunk drivers and hooligan teenagers with firecrackers.

The door to the laundry room is closed, and Leo does not have access to his kitty box.

Leo had eaten a lot of chunk light tuna as part of the day’s celebration, and was now feeling the effects of it.

This is not a free pass on bad behavior.   Leo still got a first-class ticket to a night in the laundry room.

But if we can understand the logic for why our pets do what they do, we can often change it so they stop.

Once I figured out what Leo was upset about, I got why he chose such an urgent display of frustration.  Why he victimized my new suede wedges? He’s not saying.

Pets are not people. They rarely act in a vindictive way. Their logic is different, based on their species.

Every pet has a logical reason for why they do things that we’d rather they didn’t. Pets pee inside to protect the house. Cats pee on the guest’s luggage, as a welcoming gesture (pee makes the guest smell like the rest of us). Dogs chew our favorite shoes because they miss us and they smell like us (also they were bored).

67% of owners believe that they understand what their pets are saying and that their pets understand them. I think this is true. And if you need help figuring out why an animal does a certain thing, consider investing in an animal communication session.

3. Put that smart phone down-

Bo and Gabe wait for me to finish writing this post...

Smart phones are a nice short-term way to quell anxiety. Our time would be better spent, (and our anxiety would go away) if we took more time to rest and do nothing, and/or hiked or played with our pets.

4. Notice the win-win possibilities.

Olive needs walks. Bridget needs to take a break every 90 minutes or so. Bridget could use the fresh air and moving too.  Win-Win.

Maybe you’re lonely and your dog is bored- take an obedience class or join a flyball league.

Are you and your cat stressed out? Re-arrange your furniture to create a lovely spot where the two of you can sit together (preferably by the window where the sun can shine in and where your cat can watch the birds).

5. Create a routine and then pepper that routine with moments of interaction.

Pets love routine.

Soup at 6 please!


Routines tell your pets what’s coming next. They become something to rely on. This is especially true for animals that have experienced trauma.  Olive knows that dinner is at six o’clock. She starts reminding me about 5 minutes beforehand.  She lived for awhile on the streets not knowing when she’d eat again.  Having a specific time for dinner makes her happy!

One of my clients tucked her dog in every night, putting a blanket over him and his dog bed, and kissing him and telling him that she hoped he had good dreams.  He loved this part of his day.

6. Pay attention to how your emotions impact your pet.

If your pet is a “feeler” (think retrievers, pitbulls, maltese dogs, and orange or calico cats), they pick up and resonate whatever you’re feeling. They literally feel how you do.

Some animals love this. It’s their purpose.  If I’m having a sad day, my orange cat Bo will insist that he sit on my lap and make things better.

Other animals are unduly burdened by our emotions.  They exhibit stress behaviors, licking and chewing, shaking, being less social, not handling new situations as well, etc.

My cat is not my therapist. Susan is my therapist. My cat is my cat. It’s up to us to keep ourselves mentally well, and to know what our pets can handle emotionally.

No-one wants to burden their pets. And yet we want to have real relationships with them. This is where listening and paying attention can do us the most good!

(That being said, don’t try to “fake” an emotion. Pets are like kids. They figure this stuff out!).


7. Learn to talk with your pets

What I do, you can do. Very soon, I’ll be offering online and in-person animal communication classes. I hope you’ll consider joining us.

New Year, New Relationship!

I hope that this list sparks some ideas for you, and that you and your pets have a happy 2013!

Recommended Reading:

Beyond Obedience

Bones Would Rain From the Sky

Learning their Language

Straight from the Horse’s Mouth






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Remembering Hunni

It seems strange to me that the first post I write in 18 months for Pets are Talking is about my own dog. I’ve been working with so many wonderful animals,  Cordelia, Noah, Grimalkin, Max, and Jackson and Jackson and Tabby and Magic and Norma and Athena  have reminded me how terrific it is to be graced by animals in our lives.

I want to share their stories, but first  I need to share one of my own.

Part of my job is helping people decide whether it’s the right time for them to put their pet to sleep. I ask the pet whether it’s their time.

Dogs, cats, horses, everyone has an opinion about whether it’s their time or not. Very few say, “Eh, whatever.”

So, last Friday, it was my turn to decide if it was Hunni’s time.

Hunni was my whip-and-retrieve-it, a whippet-golden retriever cross, the product of a purebred golden and whoever got in the back yard.

My beloved weimaraner, Max, had died. These puppies were advertised in the paper as golden retriever/weimaraner crosses. It seemed like a good sign.

I had to work that day, so my partner, at the time, picked Hunni out and brought her home.  I came home to find a tiny, blonde puppy with beautiful brown eyes.

You know, you should never let anybody pick out a dog for you.

They will invariably mess it up.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“It looks like her lights are on, but nobody is home.”

Her eyes seemed too bright, like she was on a perpetual dopamine high.

“I named her Honey,” he said. “Does that sound okay?”

I mean, she was honey-colored. But I don’t usually name my pets after food.

“That way I can say I have two honeys in my bed.”

At the time, I rolled my eyes. But now, I have a gag reflex whenever I think of that.

I made the mistake of correlating this dog with my partner, and as our discontent grew, this poor little puppy was ignored by my partner and resented by me.

She wasn’t my dog. I hadn’t picked her out. And she didn’t listen. And she wouldn’t fetch.

By the following January, my ex had moved out. And he left what I thought of as “his” dog behind. And he took my cat, Georgia.

I’ve talked before about how terrible Hunni was as a puppy. I renamed her “Hunni” because I started calling her “Atilla the Hunni”, due to her ability to conquer and lay waste to my shoe collection, my friend’s prescription sunglasses, the various knobs and stick-shift in my car. If it was plastic, it was history.

And my living room made a very convenient bathroom. And she learned how to turn the deadbolt on the door in the laundry room, to let herself and Guapo out during the day while I was at work.

My neighbors hated me.

This was before I could talk to animals. After thousands of dollars in training, and no results, I made a last-ditch effort and hired a pet psychic.

And she set me straight.

Hunni really liked me. She was happy that she didn’t have to go with my ex.  She didn’t realize that it was really a problem for me that she did her business on the living room rug.  And she would fetch, but not a ball, because a ball’s roundness bothers her. Could I find something with legs to throw instead?

That animal communicator solved our problems in about an hour and a half.

And then, my partner, Brian and his dog, Benny showed up. And those two were like peas and carrots from the beginning.

Hunni became (or maybe she always was) a sweet and kind dog, with mostly impeccable manners.

While she never quite got over the chewing thing,  she was my kid’s best friend, curling up with him every night, at the bottom of his bed.

She was a dainty little thing who hated sweaters and ketchup, but loved pretty much everything and everybody else.

For some reason, she really liked this little blue hat.  Here she is, annoyed with Beaulah for wearing her hat.

And look how she cute she feels wearing it.

We knew she was slowing down as she neared 12 years old. She napped more. She lost her hearing. She started having little accidents around the house.

About a week before she died, Benny stood over her and whined and pawed at her, something he never did before.

“I don’t think Hunni’s going to be around a long time,” I told Brian.

She cuddled a lot more. And she smiled a lot.  I gave her belly scratches every day, and she’d fall asleep after 20 minutes or so.

She had the best smile ever.

We thought we had more time. We thought she was just slowing down. We didn’t know she had cancer.

And then last Thursday, she stopped eating. And on Friday morning, we went to the vet, and an ultrasound showed that her belly was full of fluid. She had a hemangiosarcoma on her spleen.

She could have had emergency surgery to remove that spleen, but with hemangiosarcoma, she would only live, at most, about four months more.  It didn’t seem fair to put her through all that.

I called Brian, and we decided to put her to sleep.

She was ready. I had to drive home to pick up my son (who is nearly 15) so that he could say goodbye.  She laid down in the exam room and was in the same place when we came back 90 minutes later (I live a long way from my vet!).

Ike said goodbye. We talked about what a good dog she had been, and how much we loved her.

Then Ike left the room.

And then I felt her spirit go up. I suddenly felt this light, chest-cracking joy. “I’m okay!” She said.

Her body was still alive, laying there, breathing. That was strange. I wondered what was left when the spirit goes. I whispered “Hunni”, but she just laid there. She was a shell.

And when the vet came in to put her down, and he asked if I was ready, I said, “Yes.”

And she died, and he and I cried a little.

After she died, I thought I’d bring the other dogs in, so that they would know that Hunni was really and truly gone.

Benny came in, sniffed her once, and then started looking around the room for snacks.

Olive came in, sniffed Hunni, and tucked her tail between her legs, “LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” she said. It makes sense that she responded that way. I mean, she can’t stand going to the vet, and here was her good buddy, dead. So we left, and got cheeseburgers on the way home.

Hunni was a little Lady.

Olive? Not so much.

Bo Helps Out

The next morning, my cat Bo was walking around the house meowing and banging on doors. He interrupted my healing call four times.

It was so obnoxious.

Finally I said, “What is going on?”

Bo asked, “Where’s Hunni?”

I forgot to tell the cats.

I told Bo that she had died and he said, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you! How are you? Are you okay?”

And then he jumped up on my lap and rolled around and purred and hugged my arm and just loved me up. I cried. And later, my son Ike told me that Bo had been his “tear sponge” too.

Is it easier for a Pet Psychic to put her pet to sleep?

Yes. I know the other side. I can tune into Hunni and still talk to her.  It helps a lot to have that inside view.

And no.

Saturday was okay, but Sunday was brutal. Our house was so quiet.

This morning Benny, my shadow, didn’t get up when I got up.

He stayed in bed.  Very unusual. He always gets up and follows me around. He stays close.

He’s nearly 11 and he’s a big dog. I know he’s not long for this world, but I am hoping that we still have some time with him.

This is the price we pay for having pets. And we can take comfort in a good end. And of course, like any owner, I feel a little regret for not always petting her when she wanted pets, or throwing a shoe at her when she was a puppy (not my best moment).

But it’s okay.

On Saturday night, I emailed a local no-kill shelter, offering my house as a foster home for a dog or two. We’re not ready for another dog of our own, but we can be a kind way station. We can give back.

Hug your pets for me tonight.

And Hunni, have fun on the other side. We know you will.

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I got a call from Grace on Monday.

Her dog, Angus had died suddenly after a successful osteosarcoma amputation.

Angus was a lab/newfie mix.

He was big and sweet and the love of Grace’s life.

He died on Saturday.

Grace was devastated.

I walked into Grace’s house, and things seemed a little off.

There was something not quite right.

Grace had a little shrine of pictures of Angus, and his dog bed was still center stage in the living room.  Grace kept the tears back as she talked about her sweet dog.


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Big Love

In September, I very nearly left animal communication.
It’s hard sometimes to do intuitive work. It’s hard to be in the mix with people and pets. Most of my clients come to me during traumatic situations.
It’s hard to see pets in pain.
And frankly, I was surprised at how many times I went to help a pet, and realized that the help wouldn’t really matter if the person didn’t get spiritual healing.
So, I hoped that by helping people, I’d help pets.

And also, I have to admit, when you do something amazing, sometimes you get jaded to the miracle.
I’m telling you this, because last week, things changed for me.

Sweet Owen

Last week, I was working with a dog that had passed away. Her name is Owen. Continue reading

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Celebrating Nicki Gore-Jones and her amazing work…

Two years ago, at the L.A. Harbor Animal Shelter, Nicki Gore-Jones started paying attention to a little pit bull named Bonita who had sustained traumatic injuries. Bonita spent two months in the hospital recovering and then she was put on death row with only 6 days to live.

It’s so stupid that they should heal animals just to put them to sleep.

Nicki didn’t want that to happen to Bonita, so she started using her networking resources to find her a home. Through a very long grapevine, she found me. I called down to see if I could talk with Bonita, and ended up agreeing to be her last-ditch foster home (fully expecting someone in LA to come get this dog).

A week later, Nicki called me. “We’re coming up to Portland.” She said. Then I had the difficult job of explaining to my better half that yes, I had committed to fostering a dog, and no I hadn’t asked him, and yes she’s a pit bull, and no, I don’t know how well she plays with others.

Nicki and her husband, Marcel drove her to Portland on their own dime. And Bonita became my beloved Olive. Continue reading

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How do you celebrate with your pet?

My big dog, Benny, turns 9 on January 15th. For his birthday, he and I go for a special walk together, and then he gets a burger with bacon, and to sit on the couch by the fire as his dad pets him and tells him what a good boy he is.

Because he can’t hear that enough! (And really, who can hear that enough?)

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Brutus helps with his passing

When our pets pass away, they often know exactly what it is we need to hear to reach a sense of peace and comfort about their passing.

Rebecca contacted me to help with the passing of her good friend, Brutus. Brutie was a 15 year-old yorkie who was blind and nearly deaf.

Rebecca and Brutus

Rebecca didn’t want him to suffer anymore, but it was hard to come to terms that it was time for him to go.

When I tuned into Brutus, I found a warm, gentle spirit. Continue reading

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Coco has a Good Idea

Simone, my favorite milliner, has a dog named Coco. Coco was her mother’s dog, and Simone inherited her when her mother moved to live in a nursing home.
Coco likes Simone. Simone likes Coco.

Coco had a challenging time adjusting to a new home.

While they liked each other, Coco seemed lost.

When I first tuned in, Coco told me right away that she was a good dog. She was a very good dog. She wanted Simone to know that.

Simone knew she was a good dog already. Simone was trying very hard to help Coco feel welcome.

What was the disconnect?

Simone had read in my blog about how dogs need a job to do, so when she left the house, she told Coco to “watch the house”. Simone had been worried that Coco wasn’t happy.

Coco and I talked about her job as house-protector.

Coco knew that Simone was worried, but thought she was worried about the house.

“What could happen to the house? How am I supposed to protect it?”

Coco became anxious.

Plus there were those kids next door. Before moving to Simone’s house, Coco lived in a community without kids. She had never seen a kid before.

Coco barked and snarled at them whenever they came to the fence.

I asked Coco about children. She said, “What are they?” She didn’t realize that they were young people. I told her they were like puppies.

She was very worried about them coming into the yard, getting into the house, doing mischievous things. I told her that they wouldn’t do that. I told her that they were like puppies. They were just like puppies and they needed to be treated kindly.
We talked about how if she was nervous, she could go back inside the house or go to the other side of the yard. We talked about how biting a kid would mean that she’d be put to sleep. She got the message.

She liked the idea of going to the other side of the yard.

We talked about her job guarding the house. I told her that her mom just wanted her to have a job to do that she liked. Was there another job she wanted?

Yes.” She showed herself pulling a long, oblong object. It looked like one of those things you’d put in front of a door to keep the draft out. I told Simone.

Simone asked, “Is it a log? Does Coco want to collect wood for the fireplace?”

I asked Coco “Would you like to collect wood?”

Coco said, “Okay.”

I said, “That wasn’t what you were showing me, huh? What are you showing me?”

Then she showed me the oblong object on a counter. Somebody was cutting thin slices off of it and then putting them on a tray in the oven. They were cookies!

I asked, “Do you want to make cookies?”

“Yes!” Coco said. “And then Simone could tell me about her day. I could listen and say, “That’s nice.” or “That’s too bad.”” She showed me her listening intently to Simone.

“I am a good listener,” she said.

“Yes,” Simone said, “She’s a very good listener. I would love to talk with Coco!”

Simone promised that they’d make cookies and talk.

Sometimes I feel like I’m flying up from a scene, leaving the movie of a life. I imagined Coco and Simone tucked in together, sharing the fire, some conversation and a cookie or two.

Here’s what Simone said about her experience:

Coco has definitely been better around people and kids and I feel better knowing that Coco has a clearer understanding of recent events with my mom (her former owner) and her place in our family now. I really liked getting to know Coco a little better!

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Fernie takes a wrong turn…

I received a long worried email on Friday night.

From Cristen-

My cat Fernie has been gone 11 days now.

Fernie lived in a barn before she lived with us. Every now and again she will disappear for 24-48 hours, but then come home and rest and cuddle and love on us. Over the past couple months she has disappeared for longer periods. Prior to this 11 day disappearance, the longest she was gone was 4 days.

She had surgery about 2 1/2 months ago and had to have all but two teeth removed due to an infection in her mouth. I could tell she was feeling much better and just 5 days after her surgery I saw her run out of the neighbor’s yard with a mouse!

Because I was worried that perhaps she was injured or trapped, I had a K-9 search and rescue team come out. The dog lead the handler to a nearby bus stop. He then told me someone took my kitty on purpose and went off on the bus with her. I put flyers up all over. The ones near the bus stop were torn down two days in a row. Of course this upset me. I began to think “the thief” was doing this. Then, on Wednesday, I thought I saw her down the street! I called her name, the cat looked at me then ran up a driveway and disappeared. I looked all over all the adjacent yards for an hour, and even recuited some of the neighbors to help.

That evening I was feeling pretty good. Perhaps she was weaving her way home? Maybe it really was her. Sure looked like her, but tabbies are common. Later that same evening I got a phone call.

As soon as my phone rang, I got the chills. I just knew it was weird. A man asked me if I knew who he was. I replied that I didn’t. He asked again and I said “No, what can I do for you?”

Then he asked if I was missing a cat. I said that yes I was. Then he said “I have her.” I thanked him for calling and expressed my delight (albeit hesitantly) then he said he was making pop corn. “Oh. Ok. Um, did she wander into your yard?” I asked. Then he laughed, said “Nope” and hung up.

I feel my intuition is all mixed up and failing me right now. I can’t decide how to focus my energy and I find myself going back and forth from hope to despair. I keep getting a vision of her laying on some type of cushion or chair, feet all tucked in, but I don’t know what it means. Maybe I will never know, but sue said you are for real and might be able to help.

Did I see Fernie or another cat? Is she safe? Does some crazy guy have her hostage? If she is nearby, why won’t she come home to us?

Thank you for your consideration,

Cristen Lincoln

Where’s Fernie?

As you can imagine, I wasn’t sure I wanted to tune it. Was Fernie with some crazy guy? Had she been taken on a bus? Where was she? How could a cat with just two teeth survive eleven days?

I tuned into Fernie. She was ready to come home, but she wasn’t even upset or scared. A little annoyed. Fernie was under a bush by a small white detached one-car garage. She wanted me to tell Cristen that she was getting enough to eat, that someone was putting out food for another cat. For just a second, I saw a flash of a kind, red-haired woman.

I asked, “Did you go somewhere by bus?”
Fernie said, “What?”
I showed her a bus, and people getting on and off of one. I didn’t get a yes or a no, just a confused feeling.

I tried again, “Are you far from home or close to home? Do you know how close?”

She said that she thought she was close to home, but that she had gone a different way than she usually did. She showed me her spooking and then running across a street. She wasn’t sure how to get back.

I emailed Cristen. She emailed back and said she felt relieved and that she knew her little family would come back together.

On Saturday, she emailed me again:

Bridget! You were right! Our block faces 54th on the east, and 53rd on the west. Fernie is hanging out on the block that faces 53rd to the east, and 52nd to the west. She is eating cat food set out by some nice people on 53nd, who are trying to befriend a skinny stray and give him a home. They saw my flyer and called me.

One of the women has red hair! And, there is a little white garage behind their house that is her escape route.

Twice they have called me when she was on the porch eating. Both times she ran away from me. The first time she meowed and meowed at me. She hardly ever talks, so constant meowing isn’t her MO. I followed her and she hopped a chain-link fence. I stuck my hand through and eventually she sniffed me, and then gave me a bit of love. When I went around the house to get to her side of the fence, she ran away from me again.

If she happens to come to you, can you please tell her that I am safe for her? I am going over there again in the morning when she comes to eat. She is so close to home!

Thank you so much!

I emailed back, suggesting a hava-hart trap.

On Tuesday, another email…

Good morning Bridget. I wanted to let you know that Fernie is home safe with us. We had to build a trap to fit into a crawl area where we found she was sleeping. It worked! She has been home for just over an hour and already giving us much love. Not sure what happened to her out there.

Awesome. Welcome home Fernie!

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A few weeks ago, at the Tired Dog Ranch, I met Cheyenne. My friend, Laura, had adopted Cheyenne, and had been told that Cheyenne was a “perfect pack horse”.

There was one tiny little problem. Cheyenne was not safe to be lead anywhere.  Laura said she felt like she was flying a 900-lb. kite.  She didn’t feel safe around Cheyenne because Cheyenne was flighty and not paying attention.

When Laura rode her, though, she behaved pretty well, especially if she had her buddy, Lydia nearby.

Laura is an animal communication student of mine. She’s wise and kind and makes beautiful jewelry out of bicycle tires and bottle caps. She also works as a massage therapist, and this is where she often hears from her animals.

She was at her massage table one day, when she heard Cheyenne say, “I’m Valentine.”  Valentine was a Welsh pony she had as a child. Laura was shocked! She had only had Valentine for a short time.

I took a look at Cheyenne’s energetic body, her chakra system. To me, chakras look like little rooms, or boxes, one stacked on the next.  Cheyenne was missing her two lower chakras and it looked like the chakras from her belly to her forehead had been hit by lightning! They were charred and broken. This poor horse wasn’t grounded, and wasn’t spiritually well.

I worked with Cheyenne to help her feel more grounded. She told me that when Laura or Lydia touched her, she felt better, grounded, but otherwise she felt anxious and weird. We did some energy work on Cheyenne, helping her dormant 1st and 2nd chakra come alive, and helping her other chakras heal. She was very accepting of the treatment, and seemed quietly excited about her new life.

She told me that she was really happy to find Laura again. She liked riding with Laura and she wanted to do other stuff too. She mentioned learning tricks, something a pony might learn, but not so much a mustang.

A few days ago, Laura emailed me. Cheyenne is better on the lead. She’s making good choices in the pasture.  and here’s more from Laura:

Since you were here last week, when I go see her I really get myself grounded and she puts her forehead against my chest.  It has been absolutely beautiful!  Amy Jo (the barn owner) today said that she is starting to see little changes in her for the good.  I think that girl is going to come around!  Thanks again Bridget!!! ~Laura

I want to write more about animals and their energetic bodies this week. We each have one, and there’s lots we can do to support the animals in our lives who are struggling.

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