A Good Dog by Jon Katz

Author:Jon Katz
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781588366184
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2006-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

But she didn’t give up. A couple of weeks later, Valerie suggested I give her a picture of Orson to pass along to a shamanic soul retriever, a woman who’d studied the ancient Chinese notion that when animals are damaged, parts of their souls break off and can, under certain circumstances, be retrieved and returned to them. This retriever had a solid reputation for helping animals; Valerie recommended her enthusiastically. She’d intended to return to the subject of an animal communicator, but was waiting until she sensed my “resistance” had lowered.

My discomfort, in fact, remained high; this seemed a trek deeper into la-la land. But I agreed to think about it. If I were seriously exploring alternative care for Orson, shouldn’t I go all the way? The point of any potential treatment isn’t whether I “believed” in it. If Orson got better, then it worked—at least for him. If he didn’t, it didn’t.

Pieces of soul break off from a dog when he or she suffers? I just can’t put together how that would work. But I’d also observed how conventional training and veterinary medicine weren’t working for him, either.

On top of that, a friend in Vermont called to say that a well-known horse communicator—someone with decades of experience around racetracks and horse breeders, with many stellar references—was branching out into dogs and other animals. She wanted to come to the farm and see Orson and the donkeys. She was also, my friend added, picking up signals from Winston, the differently abled rooster.

Well, I told Paula, the same test applies. If the dog got better, it was worth the shot. In for a dime, in for a dollar.

Lesley, the shamanic healer, called first. All she needed to begin with was a picture of the dog, she said. She might or might not need to visit the farm and see Orson after that. She didn’t even mention payment until I did. When I pressed her, she said she charged very little—thirty-five dollars for the “retrieval,” another thirty or so if a visit was necessary. Obviously, she wasn’t driven by money.

Then Donna, the horse communicator, e-mailed me from Virginia. She seemed bright and direct, and a lot more expensive: $400 to communicate with Orson, Rose, and Clementine, plus the three donkeys. She’d throw in the rooster for free.

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