Friday, March 15, 2013

My Meeting with the Pet Medium



I’m sure I’m not alone among dog owners who wish they knew the thoughts of their pet. So, on a recent trip to the pet store, I was pleasantly surprised to meet a lady who is able to answer my questions about what my dog Peetey is thinking.

She’s a dog psychic and her name is Claire. Cable TV has the Long Island Medium and Los Angeles has the Pet Shop Medium. Her website touts her service as “helping you have a deeper connection with and an understanding of your best friends, your pets.” Who wouldn’t want that, right? Her site says that she is able to get inside the head of your dog and discover the root of any training, behavior, or health issues. 

She told me that she connects telepathically with animals and figures out what is going on with them. In Peetey’s case, there might not be much actually going on. There can’t be a dog around that sleeps more than he does. If sleeping were an Olympic sport, he’d be Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt combined. Also, he never barks. There could be a family of raccoons living in my attic and he wouldn’t make a sound. Nor is he the least bit curious with the world outside the front door. But, he does have some leash aggression, not to mention a desire to turn small puff-ball dogs into appetizers. Those are two issues I’d like fixed, but I’m more interested in simply knowing if Peetey is happy.

Using Claire’s skills seemed like the perfect way to find out, until I saw her rates. She not only charges an arm and a leg, but also a paw and a flank too. A half-hour reading costs $90. Or I could plop down a meager $180 for a full hour. Her website also boasts that she can communicate with pets in spirit. That sold me. The opportunity to hear from the dearly departed Starbuck was worth the money. So, I called her up and booked a 30-minute appointment.

I fretted for the five days prior to the meeting. What if she was unable to connect with Peetey? He isn’t the sharpest canine in the kennel. He may have a big head, but once Claire climbs inside, I think she’ll be shocked at what’s missing. Maybe there’s just not enough going on in that giant noggin of his to warrant a reading? Or if they do connect, what if he says that he is really unhappy living in my care? Maybe he’ll complain that I don’t walk him enough or that my yard is too small.

Additionally, I wasn’t even sure if I believed that Claire was legitimate. Ok, I didn’t believe it at all, and I was worried that she was going to be able to channel my doubts and put me through an exorcism. Moreover, how was I going to verify what she said? Find another dog medium for a second opinion? It seems like she could easily just say that I have a great dog and that he’s completely content in my care. She could also say that Starbuck is living in a doggie nirvana, sleeping on giant pillows, running through fields of gold, and sniffing butts to his heart’s content. I considered canceling my appointment.

But instead I showed up on time. She led me to the back of the pet store where she had curtained off a section of the storeroom. I thought maybe there’d be a couch for Peetey to lounge upon or perhaps a crystal water dish that she’d use to summon his inner puppy. Instead, there were two chairs for her and me and a rug and water bowl for Peetey. We sat and talked while he explored. I told her as much as I could about his behaviors. She would pet him and speak calmly to him whenever he wandered over. Twenty minutes into our meeting she asked for a picture of Starbuck and switched the conversation to him. Ten minutes later she announced that Starbuck says hello. He is cancer-free and happily chasing his tail and sleeping on the backs of heavenly couches.

“Great news,” I said. “But what about Peetey?”

“Oh, I couldn’t get a reading from him,” Claire said. “He’s a sweet boy and seems to be content, but telepathically, he’s about as dull as Mariah Carey on American Idol. Will that be check or charge?”

I knew it. My biggest fear was realized. I took Peetey home without telling him he had failed his test. I left him in the house while I ran and errand. When I returned and opened the door, there he was to joyfully greet me, his tail wagging furiously.

Later, when I climbed into bed, the evening ritual began. Like he does every night, Peetey leapt onto my bed and buried his face into my chest. I scratched his head and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes under my loving hands. He curled into a ball against my side. Soon he was snoring.

I looked over at him before hitting the light. I was certain he was happy. It doesn’t take a mind-reader to figure that out.

1 comment:

  1. O dear .. 90 bucks is a lot of money! But so long as you know that Peetey is happy! And as sure as dog food, he knows that you are concerned. Give him a pull of the tail from me here in South Arica.
    I have cats - two gingers, one male one female. They drive me nuts with their fussy eating habits. Am sure they do this on purpose. We've had dogs in times past - nothing like a faithful dog.
    I found you when I was looking at the blog people more or less around where I am listed on the A-Z April challenge. Hope you'll be participating? I see no A-Z badge?
    best wishes,
    Susan

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