What the Dogs Know — Stories from a shelter volunteer and animal communicator
When I arrived, Bella was gone. Nobody at the shelter knows what I do beyond the leash and the poo bags. But something else happens in the middle of it. As an animal communicator, this is how I've come to know who they are.
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A painted dog named Pinto was going home the next day. He just needed someone to be here with him first.
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Every week when I walk into the room of kennels, I notice the names on each individual door. Does the name match the dog I see? Who decides, and I wondered if anyone asks them.
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She jumped up to greet me the moment I came in. Both paws on my chest, tail going, face close to mine. Not aggressive — just certain. You're here. Good. Let's go. That's Bella. A big lumbering white lab pit bull mix, strong as an ox, with a warmth that hits you before she does.
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Nobody at the shelter knows what I do beyond the leash and the poo bags. But in the middle of that ordinary work, something else is also happening — a quieter kind of listening. This is what one dog had to say.
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