International teacher and animal communicator, Marta Williams, author of several books on animal communication, shares her tips, knowledge, stories, and insights on the subject of intuitive connection with animals and nature.
There seems to be a question about whether it is OK to talk intuitively with an animal without permission from the animal’s person. Some say it would be unethical to do this. However, wouldn’t animals, like humans, have free will and the ability to refrain from talking to someone if they so chose?Â Â I wouldn’t go to the husband to ask if I could talk to the wife, I would just talk to her if she wanted to talk to me. I don’t consider that he owns her. Is the assumption here that animals are not on a par with adults humans, but rather more like very young human children? Hmmmm. I don’t think that is the way most communicators experience the animals they talk with.
If the point of this proscription is to keep people from doing something negative to an animal, saying something upsetting etc.,Â then the advice should be something like, ‘Always strive to do your best, and work toward the highest good of all concerned.’ And maybe you could add in, ‘And it’s probably best to talk with an animal with the person’s knowledge, but if there is a need to go directly to the animal, then OK.’
When might that be the case? What if an animal is being abused or is obviously really confused by the person. Wouldn’t it be OK then to talk to the animal to try to help in some way? What about wild animals, whose permission are you supposed to ask for there?
I’d say this whole issue needs a bit more examination. I for one have talked to many abused animals without getting permission from the people who were abusing the animals. I hope I helped them. In some cases I know it helped and we wereÂ able to rescue the animals. Your thoughts?Â
This is an oldie but maybe some of you haven’t seen it….
Words that should be in the dictionary but aren’t. (OK, now I am just making them up…)
Polydogamous – adj. Possessing of more than one dog.
Â By extension:Â polycatamous, polyhorseamous, polychickenamous.
OK so here is the scoop on Norman. Check what you got from him against these known facts. If you got something that isn’t mentioned here, it may be something true that I just can’t verify. If you got something correct check it on your paper so you have a record of your hits. Put an x by the incorrect answers and a ? by anything you can’t validate. Circle anything that you couldn’t have made up. That’s a WOW! Make a rough estimate of your accuracy and note the total number of WOWs.
A woman friend of mine told me about Norman. Norman belonged to a her neighbors, a young couple who just moved to CA from Texas. They called him Lucky. They got him from a shelter. He is three. I don’t know why he was in a shelter or at what age they adopted him. They just had a new baby and have another dog and Norman was too many dogs. Norman was way overweight. He was getting Nutros dry. He was spending a lot ofÂ time in a crate because when left alone in the backyard he was barking and howling and the neighbors were complaining. He got to go in the backyard but not in the house. He had to leave his dog friend, a girl, who I think was a scottie or something like that.
Norman and Bear
Notice the black heart on Norman’s side. He has another littler one the other side. Since he’s been hereÂ I have observed that he cringes when you go to pat his head,so someone hit him somewhere along the way. He does not do kisses.Â He barks at deer, and was barking when he heard other dogs, but we worked on that. At first he wanted to chase the cats and make them run up trees. Now he understands he has to go easy and get them to play with him. My cats are pretty much ok with him and Miles and Norman were actually playing chase and tug of war. Norman and Bear get on great and love to run around together and play. Norman gets up on the couch and likes to sleep there. At night he has a bed in my room. He can’t jump on my bed it’s too high for him. He is eating raw food now and doing great on it. He is very smart and learns really quickly. He didn’t know about horses and tends to run underneath them still. All my horses are ok with him except for Rio who tried to stomp him at first. Rio seems ok with him now.
If you got something you want me to check, email me and I will get back to you.
Words that should be in the dictionary but aren’t.
Omnibiblious – adj. Indifferent to type of drink. “Oh, you can just get me anything. I’m omnibiblious.”
I just found a whole stash of these…
Apparently one needs to blog more frequently to be a true blogger and get picked up by the search engines. I’ve been advised to do shorter blogs and blog more often. So I’m going to three times a week.
Send in any questions or issues you might want me to comment on. I’d like to hear your insights too. For example, what are your thoughts on Michael Vick and the HSUS and ASPCA supporting him?
I finally found a new dog. It took me awhile and didn’t go as I’d envisioned. I tried out two dogs before finding the right one. Don’t worry both of them gotÂ good homes. It was my fault. Bear said he wanted a boy dog, about half his size, and I just didn’t listen. The two dogs I tried out were both girls and both teeny. Bear said they weren’t really dogs, they were more like cats to him, andÂ he wasn’t interested in any more cats.Â I kept looking for a dog. You’d thinkÂ it would be easy to find a boy dog, medium sized, good with cats, other dogs, and people.Â Not really.When I finally gave up and stopped looking, almost immediately twoÂ friends told me about dogsÂ that needed homes.Â Bear and I checked them out and one was a litttle boy dog, half Bear’s size, who we decided to adopt. Bear liked him.
When I saw the dog I instantly thought his name should be Norman (he was called Lucky). This is not my normal M.O. Usually IÂ spend a week hunting for a Â name and then end up changing it at least once, but he really seems like a Norman. It fits. I was told he was part Beagle and Blue Tick Hound, but I am starting to suspect someÂ Bassett in there somewhere. Rather than tell you what I know about him and his past, or how things are going now that he’s home with me, why don’t you check with him yourself. Next week I will give you a full report. Practice makes perfect! If you want to see more pictures of him, I have an album on Facebook.
This is aÂ note sentÂ fromÂ a student, Sonia Timmons, about her success with animal communication.Â
Hi Marta.Â I attended your animal communications classÂ back in June.Â Since our “person” count was odd, I volunteered to read Miles, your kitty.Â Luckily, I did well and got 24 correct and 5 WOW points.Â I am writing to tell you how much I enjoyed the class and how much skepticism I have encountered from family and friendsÂ who Â just don’t believe in intuitive communication, especially with animals.Â Soooooo, I worked to make a few people start to believe.Â My favorite story is about my boyfriend’s sister and herÂ two-year-old cat Mitsy.Â I don’t know the type of cat she is, but she’s supposed to be the type that doesn’t shed much and is hypo-allergenic.Â She’s always been kind of “stand offish,”Â Â not much of a lap cat, and not one to be held or loved on too much.Â SheÂ is especially camera shy.Â She stays to herself and just watches from a distance.Â She didn’t actÂ scared, she just wasnt interested.Â
Well, after I got so much negative attitude from Mitsy’s mom I decided to have aÂ talk with Mitsy.Â Right away, she walked up to me and was rolling over for me toÂ patÂ her.Â She told me that she didn’t like the name Mitsy and that was why she hardly ever went to anyone.Â She also told me that she felt she was a princess and she wanted a collar to reflect her “royalty”.Â Basically she wanted some bling, and once I explained what that was, she agreed.Â Well,Â Mitsy’s mom was still doubtful but wondered why Mitsy and I had such a good relationship.I told Mitsy’s mom to get her a rhinestone collar, a pretty pink or red one with white stones.Â She went for the experiment andÂ purchased one the following week.Â The next time I went over to visit, Mitsy had her collar on and ran over to show it off to me.Â I asked her if I could take some pictures of her and she said YES!Â She said she never wanted pictures beforeÂ because she wasn’t “dressed”.Â Needless to say, Mitsy’s mom is a true believer now!Â And Mitsy is no longer Mitsy, her new name is DIVA.Â She loves it.Â Diva will jump in our laps now and loves to be loved on.Â And she will actually POSE for the camera.Â Its great!Â
A friend sent me a lot of these;Â expect to see more.
Have a story, or thought to share, please send it in. What’s your favorite way to practice intuitive communication with your animals?
Given the incredibly messed up state of the world, what can/should we be doing ? Well, we probably shouldn’t be assumingÂ that byÂ being PC in what we eat, use, drive and etc. we are making a huge dent and doing all that is possible or necessary.Â Read Derrick Jensen’s recent article in Orion Magazine, “Forget Shorter Showers,” for more thoughts on this.Â http://www.orionmagazine.org/index.php/articles/article/4801/
His point, well taken, is that we have to be actively doing something to change politics as usual; just beingÂ model consumers isn’t enough. Yes consumer choices can drive the market, but effective, well-organized consumer boycottsÂ do more. We have to stand up for what we want and believe in and really agitate for change; we’re not made out of time here.Â AsÂ Jim Hightower puts it, the agitator is what gets the clothes clean in a washing machine. So how do you agitate?Â Join groups locally and nationally that are working to change things. (I likeÂ Â theÂ Progressive Democrats of America, pda.org). Write letters to the editor and to lawmakers, make calls and send emails. Speak your mindÂ and take a stand.Â These kinds of actions really do help. SupportÂ groups that you feel are helping make the change we need in the world. Work for democracy,Â local control and sustainabilty at the community level, like making political campaigns publicly-sponsored rather than privately-funded. Â
To potentiate your actions, add the element of manifesting. I think that might be an underutilized X factor in social change movements.Â I am exploring this aspect with a few friends and we hope to have a course available soon to help teach people to use energy, healing, intention, thought, and emotion to heighten the impact of their efforts, individually and collectively, Â to help the animals and the earth. Stay tuned for that one; we’ll be getting back to you.
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My student, Cass Martinez, helped me do it. Thanks Cass! I think horse trekking is the coolest thing you can do in this world, unless of course, your horse goes lame, you fall off, run out of water, or get lost. BTWÂ if you ever do get lost just drop the reins, your horse can figure it out! Its notÂ me in the photo, but don’t they look like they’re having fun?
Here is the final installment of Mark Whitley’s story about Starfire. Thanks for the great story Mark.
That was not the only time my right leg buckled, nor was it the only time I fell off of Starfire.Â But over the next four months I gradually became stronger, and the shaking stopped.Â The pain receded, and proper sensation returned to my calf.Â The following summer Starfire introduced me to the local trails, and we often spent a quiet Sunday afternoon riding through the fields and woods.Â I kept on riding, and moved on to other horses.Â But at least once a month I made it a point to ride Starfire, until years later after I graduated from college, and I moved to Connecticut.
They say you can never go home again, and I suppose that is true, for the one thing that never stops is change.Â Even if the place you return to is not that different, and the people you love are still there and healthy, you will have changed more then you know.Â When that happens, â€œThe old suit may no longer fit.â€Â After, a war and seven bitter years, I knew I had changed, and not for the better.Â But sometimes, with opportunity, hard work, and a bit of divine help, you can heal.Â For me, my help from heaven came with four sure hoofs, a soft nicker of encouragement, and a gentle yet courageous determination.Â I am forever grateful that Starfire lived up to her name.Â
Mark and Pompie (his current equine friend)
I was watching the News Hour on Public Television a few weeks ago, and saw to my surprise a segment on horseback riding physical therapy for badly wounded troops returning from the war in Iraq.Â The â€œOld Guardâ€ cavalry troop in Washington, DC, working with the medical staff at Walter Reed Hospital and physical therapists, is providing riding physical therapy for even amputees who may be missing both lower legs.Â It helps that the horses of the â€œOld Guardâ€ are some of the most â€œbomb proofâ€ horses available.Â Since these horses perform all of the military funerals at the Arlington National Cemetery, they are used to rifle and cannon fire, as well as cars, traffic, and parades.Â These horses are about as unflappable as they come, and totally focused on their riders and handlers.Â So, it appears I was present at the start of military horseback riding physical therapy, and now it is a mainstream treatment.Â I hope and pray each of those wounded men is chosen by his own â€œStarfireâ€, who will help him heal and become whole again.
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One of the reasons I got into anmal communication was becasue of the Hopi Prophecies, or I should say the written interpretation of same. The way I understand it, the Hopi drawings show two roads for our timeÂ (which is called the coming of the 5th world);Â one is the Hopi road the other the nonHopi road. If we travel the Hopi road, the road of consciousness, the earth changes that are predicted are supposed to be much lower in intensity. Based on that prophesy, I decided that the best thing I could do at the time (late 80s) would be to find a way to help shift consciousness on this planet.Â Here is a link to some information on the prophecies. Scroll down to Hopi Myths and click on the prophecies. http://www.crystalinks.com/hopi1.html
As if we don’t have enough on our collective plate, 2012 is on its way. I’ve heard a lot of speculation about the year 2012, most of it not so good: there will be a huge pole shift, meteors, major climate events, etc. I would love to know what you have heard about the time that is coming up for us and what you think about it. I amÂ startin to believe that one tool in our toolbox is being underutilized:Â using manifesting techniques and energy healing and clearing techniques to help shift things on the earth toward the way we would like them to go. To that end I am working with some friends to develop courses and guidance for creating the change we’d like to see on the earth. I am also starting to think that this is the process we are all being led to as species: to use the powers we all have but don’t recognize or utilize. It’s just a theory and needs testing. It is also not a substitute but an adjunct to taking direct action for the animals and the earth. But the two actions in concert seem to me to be the best approach. Tell me your thoughts on our future and the predictions for 2012.
Â STARFIRE’S TASK – PART 2
Â This is a continuation of reader Mark Whitney’s story from last week.
Cheryl told me to stand still in the center of the empty aisle, and then she opened a stall door at the end of the barn and whistled.Â Slowly a coal black horse walked out of the stall and down the aisle to halt directly in front of me, parked at attention.Â As she lowered her head to softly sniff my hair and say hello, I saw a thin blaze of white running down her forehead.Â Through reflex my right hand slowly raised and I stroked her jaw, while she gently turned her head from side to side, and regarded me with large dark eyes in an unblinking but kindly gaze.Â My breath was caught in my throat, for she was beautiful, and her clean musky scent was intoxicating.Â In my youth I had ridden some handsome geldings and pretty mares, but she was stunning, and would have fulfilled every horse mad teenage girlâ€™s fantasy.
Mark and Pompie (his current equine friend)
After Cheryl saddled Starfire, we proceeded to the indoor ring, and then the work began.Â For the next two months, three times a week, we just walked around the ring.Â I learned to balance in the saddle again, and began to restore my rusty riding skills, as Starfire and I got to know each other.Â That was not very difficult, but I wasnâ€™t really feeling any improvement in my leg.Â Then we started to post at a trot, and my right leg protested every stride of the way.Â As I rose out of the saddle, my leg muscles kept shaking, and my calf sometimes felt like it was either in ice water or on fire.Â The numbness was gone, but the pain was real.Â My doctor was pleased.Â He said it was working.Â I asked how much longer.Â He said keep going until it stops.Â I never dared to ask him if that meant until the pain stops, or my leg stops working, or both.
One evening after four months of riding, my right leg suddenly buckled while I was posting to a slow trot on a left hand turn.Â I slid off of Starfire to gently fall face down in the soft ring dirt.Â The spasms in my leg did not stop, and for a minute of eternity I was in agony.Â The fall had not hurt me, but tears of rage and humiliation burned my eyes, as I waited for the cramp in my calf to relax.
As my vision cleared, I realized I was in shadow.Â I heard a soft nicker, so I rolled to my left side and looked up.Â Starfire had come back and she was straddling me, with her head down and just above me.Â I reached up with my right hand and accidentally struck her alongside her head, but instead of jumping back like a normal horse would have done, she quickly lowered and turned her head until the top of her neck was wedged in my arm pit.Â As my right arm instinctively wrapped around her neck, she very slowly raised her head and pulled me to my knees and then to my feet.Â With my right arm still wrapped tightly around her neck and my right leg dragging, a step at a time Starfire brought me back to the mounting block, and stood like a statue beside it, without a command having been given.
In a neutral voice, Cheryl told me to mount again.Â I crawled up the mounting block steps and pulled myself on to Starfireâ€™s back, since my right leg was still useless.Â She stood as solid as a stone, while watching me with her left eye until I was finally tall in the saddle.Â I picked up the reins and in a shaking voice asked for Starfire to walk on.Â We quietly walked into the ring, and started again.
Here is a great article of controlling flies in your stable.
Here is another great story in three parts, sent in by reader, Mark Whitney. This is part one.
I was at the Veterans Administration Hospital having my right calf checked over, before heading back to my second year of college in the fall, when the doctor asked if I had ever ridden a horse before.Â After giving him an odd look, I replied I was driving a team on my own and plowing the lower forty acres by the river when I was fourteen.Â I also told him I started to ride the local trails when I was in high school, since the offer of a horseback ride seemed to improve my dating success with the opposite sex, and I needed all the luck I could get.Â However, after my draft number was chosen and I ended up serving my time in the Navy, I had not been on a horse since high school.Â The doctor looked thoughtful and said, â€œBut you are comfortable with horseâ€™s right?â€Â I replied, â€œI like horses just fine, so long as you donâ€™t expect me to be riding in the rodeo or at the racetrack!â€Â By now I was really wondering where this conversation was going.Â The doctor said, â€œAs you know all the metal is out of your leg now, but there is some motor and sensory nerve damage, which may regenerate with time and therapy.Â We are experimenting with a new form of physical therapy which uses riding, and you seem to be a perfect case for it.Â We want to try it out first with people who arenâ€™t nervous around horses, so we can make an unbiased appraisal of how well it works.â€Â I sarcastically replied, â€œYou should always be nervous around an animal that out weighs you at least five to one and will run like hell away from anything it thinks is scary, but I figure I can handle it.â€Â Now it was the doctors turn to give me an odd look.
September of 1979, in Newton, New Hampshire. As I drove the car up the gravel drive to CPM farm, I was beginning too wonder a little too late what I had gotten myself into.Â But after I parked and started to walk toward the barn, I began to relax.Â It was a cool and pleasant Indian Summer evening, and the stars were beginning to peak out of the eastern sky.Â A horse nickered at me as I passed the paddock, and the scent of fresh cut hay from the fields was strong.Â I felt like I had traveled back in time past a war and a decade to my youth, and more carefree days.
Cheryl met me at the barn door and we chatted a bit about my experience with horses, and my medical condition.Â She figured I should start out on the 14 year old Morgan brood mare named Starfire, as she was very gentle and experienced, and I would need the large English saddle that fit her well.Â I told Cheryl that a gentle and experienced mare was fine with me, as I had no desire to gallop off into the sunset.Â She replied we would be riding in the indoor ring, so I wonâ€™t have to worry about galloping off anywhere and getting lost.
Tina Anderson sent me this story:
I wanted to thank you for your newsletter and blog. I put one of your suggestions to work today and was so grateful that I had taken the time to read it yesterday. We live on a pond and today my husband discovered a huge snapping turtle sitting in the middle of our street sunning. It’s not a busy street, but still, not a good idea. My husband was trying to “herd” it back to the pond, but every time he got near the turtle went into it’s shell. My husband went to the garage to get a shovel to scoop him up. While he was gone I told the turtle, “You really should move out of the middle of the road. You’d be safe over by the curb, but you’re not safe here.” And then I visualized him moving to the curb and then back in the pond. Before my husband could get back with the shovel, the turtle was on his way to the curb. He sat there for just a few moments and then went back to the pond. Now my husband is calling me “The Turtle Whisperer”.Â
The Burning Man Festival takes place once a year in August in the desert in Nevada on the salt flats. I had never seen any of the art until I came across this blog. ItÂ is amazing -Â almost enough to make me actually think about going. But then I think about my innate reaction to dust. I wouldn’t be ableÂ to stand getting dust all over me andÂ in between my toes…YECH! I don’t know why but I hate it the way some people hate screetching chalk on a chalk board. Burning Man is all about dust, lots and lots of dust. Therefore, I have never even considered going to Burning Man. GladÂ there are lots ofÂ pictures. Check out the some more at http://matadornights.com/12-coolest-art-installations-in-the-history-of-burning-man/Â . And you can follow the links to learn more about the event.
NATURAL FLEA AND TICK CONTROL
I use natural flea control products from onlynaturalpet.com, including boric acid powder which I put onÂ rugs andÂ under cushions etc,Â and diatomaceous earth, which I rub into the base of the animal’s Â fur. I also vacuum once a week and wash or put in a hot dryer, anything the animals have sat or laid upon. As long as I keep upt with this, it seems to do the trick for fleas. Onlynaturalpet.com also carries theÂ Anibio Tic Clip which isÂ a safe, non-toxic device, clipped to the collar that uses the Â principles of bio-energetics to create an energy field around your dog or cat that provides safe, non-toxic protection from mosquitoes, fleas and ticks for two years.Â Used successfully in Europe for years, itÂ strengthens your animals aura and energetic field. TheÂ healthier your animalÂ the more effective the Anibio Tic Clip will be, as it works with your animal’s energetic field.Â For severe tick environments, my friend and student, Sarah Wadleigh, who works for onlynaturalpet.com,Â recommendS the tic clip used in conjunction with rose geranium essential oil.Â Dilute 10 drops in 6 ounces of water for a spray, or in 6 ounces of oil for a repellant that you can rub on.Â Ticks hate rose geranium oil. You can find this oil at http://www.naturesgift.com/essential/Geranium-essential-oil.htm
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Â Paddock paradise refers to a pasture management system for horses that consists of sectioning off the majority of the interior portionÂ of a pasture so that grazing can be allowed on a controlled basis.Â The horses Â are resticted to a track around the outside perimeter of the pasture, which has the advantage of making themÂ move more. Most horses cannot tolerate grass when it is too rich, in the spring and fall especially, and overgrazing on rich grass can lead to founder (inflamation of the feet and lameness) and insulin-resistance problems in horses. The solution is to feedÂ insulin-resistant horses (also known as “easy keepers”)Â a low carb hay (grass hay vs. oat or alfalfa) and give them limited controlled access to the rich grass pasture or other high carb foods like grains. (For more on this see safergrass.org).Â IÂ constructedÂ a paddock paradise for my horses using electric wire, wooden poles, and rope. YouÂ can somewhat seeÂ it in the photo above. It works really well. To learn how to do this yourself, get the book, Paddock Paradise by Jamie Jackson.
I caught this video of a paddock paradise on a blog of one of my students, Barb Fenwick, who is a natural horse trainer and barefoot trimmer in Canada. Barb has a story in my book, Beyond Words,Â about her horse Cherokee. Her current blog has a fascinating series on some Paso Finos rescued in a flood in Winnipeg, who had had virtually no contact with people. Barb eneded up adopting one of the horses and the story is on her blog at http://barbfenwick.blogspot.com/
This YouTube of a paddock paradise is so cute. At the beginning you see theÂ little girl waving a wand at the horses to Â tell them to go the other way (away from the barn). …Â which means they have to go the long way and go all the way around the outside of theÂ paddock paradise to get to the treats. They are just so excited to get their dinner or apples or whatever, but frustrated to have to go the long way. The music is absolutely perfect! Granted these particular horses are still a bit chubby, so they probably still need less treats and lower carbs, but they would probably be lame if they were left out on all that green grass, and they would definitely be fatter, with cresty necks like cows. Two of my rescue horses had horrible cresty necks and fat deposits when I got them. These are much reduced now but still evident.
Watch it again and note that the little girl is actually running after them in the beginning to make sure they don’t cheat and go the other way, then she probablyÂ Â turns around and goes the short way to the barn to meet them when they come in.Â Read the comments at the bottom of the frames as the horses wend their way -Â very cute. You can see the electric wire of the fence as the horses run along… its solar powered.Â Once the horses get to the dry lot, one of theÂ little mares, Jewell, Â kicks out at the bigger mare, Stella, just for good measure. Couldn’t figure out what the little girl says at the end, but adorable.
I am not sure why, but I can watch this over and over and never get bored.
Â Here is a great story from blog reader, Marion Northrum.
A heartwarming story told to me many years ago by an old friend, Helen. Helen lived alone with several cats and her dear old dog. She was visited every day by a stray cat who ate the food she put out for it but it would never let her come near. Sadly her old dog reached the end of his life and on the evening of the day he died she was sitting alone in her cottage mourning his passing and crying. The dusk set in and one of her cats jumped on her lap and made every effort to comfort her by nuzzling her face and purring loudly. She sat stroking him for a while and then decided she must get on with the chores of the evening. She put the light on and saw to her amazement that her the cat that had offered her comfort was, in fact, the stray.Â From that time on he was part of her family .
Here’s an ecclectic mix of things that interested me this week and might interest you:
This other book was recommended by reader, Cynthia Palmer, called The Biology of Belief.Â Â I havent read it, but it looks intriguing. She wrote:
It’s written by a cell biologist and explains how he came to realize we can change our lives with thought. It’s technical, but on a layman’s level. The technical is good because it really helps you understand WHY the quantum physics works.
A YouTube on 911 just Â in case you have lived this long and not seen the evidence from the “other side”:
Â And last but not least the flu that won’t go away. This isÂ either scary and right or silly and wrong… who knows?… I signed the petition… IÂ don’t like vaccines much on a good day,Â but especially not untested ones.
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Also please feel free to refer friends or aquaintences to me for consultations andÂ tutoring. If you or somone you know who might like to sponsor me toÂ do workshopsÂ I can explain the process. It’s not too hard and you get a lot of new friends!
I have an item in the For Your Information section on Frankenfoods, which are genetically modified foods. Most of the food we eat and almost all processed food is genetically modified. There isÂ a lot of informationÂ available on why these foodsÂ are not good for you. I have links to some articles on this inÂ the newsletter.Â FrankenfoodsÂ have been linked to allergy problem, immune system weakness, sterility (well, that’s probably not so bad…), digestive disorders, and viral and bacterial infections. If you aren’t buying organic foodsÂ then you are probably eating Frankenfood.
These foods are just as bad for animalsÂ as they are for people. MostÂ commercial foods are not organic, but even organic dry and canned foods are processed and lacking in the vitalilty that real fresh organic food has. Hence the reason I recommendÂ to go with real food: fresh, store bought or grown, organic meats, fruits, grains and veggies.
If you need help in making the transition to a real diet, aÂ friend and student of mine, Sarah Wadleigh, Â just published an ebook on how to go real with yourÂ dog and cat’s Â diet. It is a great resource. Pass it along!
TheÂ Whole Food Recipe BookÂ
I get a never ending stream of stories from people who read my books, tried the techniques, and had some incredible breakthrough. Here is yet another one about one cute dog, Chopper.
I received your books yesterday and began reading Learning their language yesterday afternoon. We have a rescue rat terrier called Chopper (in our pack of 3). We have had him for 2 years, every night I had to lock his crate door to make certain he did not mark in the house or jump on the desks or eat some inedible object. It was never our intention to crate him for so long – but we felt he could not be trusted, unlike our other dogs.
He has two beds in the room they sleep in. So last night I just talked to him out loud and explained – that I am unhappy crating him and I want to trust him not to get into trouble at night. That if he felt it was not too stressful for him to be good he could try sleeping out the crate on his raised bed. But if he felt he just could not help himself it would be best he slept in his crate with the door closed. I asked our other 2 dogs to help him and reminded him peeing and pooping is to be done outside on grass. The big deal is our bedroom door is off this room and we leave the door wide open so the air conditioning can flow into their room and I knew it would be hard for Chops to stay out of our room.Â He is typical terrier and is pretty hard to control – pretends to be deaf and runs off etc without a twitch of his ears when you call him back, very determined. (Quite the shock when my last 4 dogs have been Border collies)Â So I leave him to think it over and about half an hour later its bedtime. So I ask him “Well Chops, whats it going to be? Crate or bed?” He sprints to the bed and leaps on it and settles down. Even that he settled down without being confined or cuddled is a big deal.My partner and I were in bed ears peeled to see if he started roaming or heading to our bedroom which of course he *wants* to do. But no, we were thrilled and shocked that in the morning he had not moved off his bed! No mess, no destruction, absolutely amazing! We both made a huge fuss of him and told him how proud of him we are and that he earned more freedom. That he is awesome! wonderful, a great dogÂ etc etc etc
Today we had a big BBQ party for him to celebrate him becoming trust worthy. I also asked him to stay in the boundaries of our garden without me having to leash him while I played with all 3 dogs. Usually he can’t be trusted and clears off – the only way I can control him is on the leash if I have the other dogs with us or take him in the garden on his own with a clicker and treats (being very food motivated I can keep his attention on me that way.) But not for too long his attention span is pretty small generally. But again today I explained I don’t want to leash him, I want him to enjoy more freedom and to please stay our side of the the boundaries and he DID!! So thanks so much for the awesome books – I will work hard on learning how to receive and I have told him that. I think his purpose this lifeÂ may of been to guide me to better animal communication.Â But please know you made a huge difference to a little rescue rat terrierÂ today and his Mommies Now he can have a much better quality of life and I feel SO happy that he can be treated more like our other two dogs. I don’t want to just be able to tell them what I want – I truly want to hear what they want and what matters most to them etc. Can’t wait to read the whole book, practice and be able to understand what my dogs need me to know and of course communicate with those I have lost . Â A big thank you from me and Chopsie.Â Â Â Max Taylor