Finally!

I've thought about blogging this past three months--had ideas, experiences--even wrote some while Michael was in the hospital. I've had the interest, just not the discipline. Maybe tonight I have it all.

Today I took Caprice to an animal communicator. I didn't have a pressing need. I saw an ad at the pet store and thought I'd try it and maybe find out how Caprice was feeling and if anything hurt her. I don't know if I've ever believed in this, but it couldn't hurt. The woman started out by saying Caprice had lots of questions. Why was she here?

The communicator knew I had Canon and the ages of my dogs, so it was no surprise that she told me Caprice was annoyed with Canon. Why did I get him? She didn't like him sleeping on the bed. He took her toys. She wanted more walks. There were surprises. Caprice "said" She didn't play with toys anymore because of Canon. She had a pain in her rear area-- spine or leg, perhaps. This is something I've been worrying about, but hadn't mentioned. Her "daddy" doted more on Canon. Near closing she mentioned that there are lots of angels around Caprice. I wonder...

Real communication or not, there were some real reminders about what my dogs need--individual attention, more exercise and play. I'm glad to oblige...