Dog Psychic

Published May 11, 2012 | By Jane

Basil and Pepper and the blue ball

One of my landscape makeover jobs took me on a foray into the world of psychic phenomenon. I was hired to design the landscape of a reasonably well-know pet psychic. She had a home perched on the top of a hill and surrounded by scrub-land. The house itself was charming inside but seemed a bit busy with every space filled with book cases and nooks and crannies. As I sat with my soft-spoken client, all the nooks and crannies suddenly came to life. There was motion in the book cases, above the drapes and in the corners of the floor. The house was alive with cats of all descriptions. These were all adopted and rescued felines and the house was designed to look perfectly normal while housing a remarkable number of cats. On closer study I saw ramps that led from each piece of furniture to the next and over the top of the window curtains. Several pieces of furniture were built around litter boxes. It was ingenious, and most amazing of all is the house had no odor whatsoever. Each cat was groomed and cared for and a few of them were so friendly it was difficult to concentrate on going through my landscape questionnaire with my pet psychic client. My talented client also had dogs and she would occasionally perform with them for seminar presentations and on television.

I’d worked hard on her garden design, and my client was so pleased with the results that she offered to do a free psychic reading on one of the two Border Collie puppies I had just adopted into my home. Fascinated, I accepted the offer. Conveniently, Basil the Border Collie in question, had come with me to the job. And since I also had a couple of cats, young Basil was perfectly comfortable in the psychic’s cat-filled home.

Although I expected to be told all about Basil, the first question I got was if I knew of someone named ‘Edward’ who had passed away. That was followed with the dog psychic informing me that she knew I hadn’t intended to adopt Basil at all. She was absolutely right: when I’d arrived at the breeder’s to pick up Pepper the female Border Collie, Basil climbed up into my lap and wrapped his paws around my neck to deliver endearing kisses. I felt I had no choice but to take him, too. The dog psychic assured me I only did what I was supposed to do. The male pup was a gift for me from a deceased someone in my past who had been cruel and abusive and wanted to make amends by sending me a dog who would be loyal in the way this person had not been. I will admit, my father not only fit the bill, but always did have a soft spot for dogs – the only soft spot I ever saw in him.

The discussion then came back to ‘Edward’. She said that the person who gifted me Basil also wanted me to know that he had finally made peace with Edward – now that they both were no longer here. Aha. Now I got it. This had to be ‘Uncle Ed’, my father’s brother who we rarely visited when I was a child – the brother my father always resented because he had avoided the draft during World War II and stayed home becoming successful and wealthy while my father went off to war and always struggled to make his dental practice survive after returning from the war. It was amazing to me that this psychic should have come up with a subject that never much captured my attention as a child and held even less of a memory as an adult.

As I was leaving, the dog psychic added one more thing. “And, by the way,” she said, “Basil wants you to know he wants that blue toy back. He really misses it.” Blue toy? What blue toy? I couldn’t think of any blue toy. I was home for over an hour before my eye caught the hard plastic ball I’d taken away from Basil for his own safety while I awaited delivery of the bigger version I’d ordered from a pet catalog. And, yes, it was bright blue. Maybe dogs aren’t color blind at all.

The next time I can’t figure out what my dog needs, I won’t think twice about calling the dog psychic.

Originally posted 2011-03-29 05:33:18. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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