by Karen Frazier, Managing Editor
As I was driving Tanner to school this morning, a pet psychic came on the radio. “Oh, sure,” I thought as I listened to her. “Puhleez – as if…..”
And then it occurred to me. Why would a pet psychic be any less plausible than any other aspect of the paranormal?
Mea culpa. I am having trouble being open-minded, here. As I listened to her tell pet owners that their pets wanted green blankies, not pink ones and that they missed their mommies, I found myself rolling my eyes and thinking, “What a scam. Nice work if you can get it.”
I had stepped full-on into the role of skeptic.
Later, however, I sat and thought about it. Is a pet psychic really any more outlandish than ghosts, UFOs, cryptids, people psychics? Why couldn’t our pets be desperately trying to communicate with us? After all, my dog, Spike, has this LOOK that he gives me. I’m pretty sure the look means, “You stupid idiot – why can’t you understand what I want? Whyyyy????” ~or~ “Throw the damn ball already, lady.”
It was an interesting exercise for me – to be so immediately skeptical and suspicious of something when I typically have a pretty open mind – especially about the paranormal.
I really don’t know much about pet psychics other than what I heard for ten minutes in the car today. My dog, Peanut, was on my lap. He didn’t seem to be listening. But then, I’m not a pet psychic. The only signals I can pick up from my dogs are “feed me,” “play with me,” and “NO BATH.” Trust me – those signals are loud and clear.
I love my pets. I would love to be able to communicate with them. Or maybe I wouldn’t. Maybe that is why I am skeptical – because I dislike the thought that someone can step in the middle of what I feel to be the purest form of communication that has more to do with love than it has to do with words or thoughts. I love. They love back. It is mutual and completely unconditional. It would totally suck to have a pet psychic come along and tell me that what I took as deep love and devotion was really just them staring at me because I was sitting on their squeaky toy. Or eating a sandwich.
Do I believe that animals and humans communicate? Absolutely. Anyone who has had a dog stick to them like glue when they are feeling emotionally distressed or seen a cat crap on their boyfriend’s sweater the first time he stays over knows that their pets are in tune with situations and can communicate on some basic level. I’m also completely sure that the cat crap on the sweater is a clear signal that the cat feels displaced by the boyfriend. I don’t need a psychic to tell me that. I should have listened to the cat. But I digress.
I suppose it is possible that there are those who are more in tune with animals than others. If I believe that my piano speaks to me and shows me pictures of where it has been, then certainly I can be open to the possibility that there are those who can communicate with our pets on a deeper level of understanding than we have.
Maybe my initial skeptical reaction was nothing more than me wanting to believe that when my dog greets me at the door with a happy look and a wagging tail, he is saying, “I love you, welcome home,” rather than thinking, “I just ate your favorite Jimmy Choos.”
Read Karen’s follow up to this post: Connections, Magical, Mystical or A Normal Part of Every Day Life