WooWoo Ranch

Talking to the animals

// July 9th, 2010 // For Fun

I’ve bought two or three books by various animal communicators over the years because I’ve always been fascinated by animal behavior and I would love to know what they’re thinking that makes them behave the way they do. I’ve had moments when I felt sure I knew what an animal was telling me. For example, I’m sure Dodger said, “Get me outta here!” when he wanted me to spring him from his first home.

Bottom line, I believe it’s possible to communicate with animals. So the other day, when I watched Lydia Hiby on the Rick Lamb show, translate for a horse owner what her horse was telling her, I was eager to see how it went. The first thing that surprised me was how quickly she spoke and how she could be communicating with the animal in the background while she spoke constantly. The owner acted like many of the things she said resonated with her, so I looked up Lydia online. She not only communicates with horses in person, she does it long distance. Over the phone. Wow. Really?

For $40 you can have 15 minutes of chatting with your horse 10am to 10pm. Send your money, call on Tuesday or Wednesday and take notes. So I sent in my money. Tuesday morning, I’m dialing Lydia. Busy. I wait a few minutes. Dial again. Busy. In fact, I put her on speed redial and she’s busy all day and into the night. Wow. Really? While my husband mocks my expenditure, I tell him at least I’m not alone.

Wednesday morning. Still busy. Wednesday afternoon, I finally hear ringing. It’s Lydia! She asks me my horse’s name, breed, age, sex, city, state and whether he’s in a public facility or private home environment. “He’s a Paint? Does he have a lot of white on his face?” Apparently this info helps her be sure she’s visualizing and talking to the right horse.

She begins by telling me he just asked her if she has permission to talk to him. Yes, Dodger. “He’s very private and suspicious.” Hmmm, my social butterfly? Not seeing it. But go on. Tell him I said it’s okay to talk to you.

“Well, first off, he was surprised he was gelded. He’s pretty sure he’s God’s gift to women.” Okay. “And he’s surprised he was let go by his original owners…he thought they’d be taking him to the shows in Western Pleasure.” Odd. His original owners lived in a beat up trailer and he lived, ignored, in a haphazard mud pen of rusted, beat up fence panels encircling an old camper so he could stand under the overhang if he wanted shelter. Not seeing the show circuit potential here.

I ask another question. “Why is he so mouthy? Because his mother was standoffish.” True, of sorts. She died when he was 5 weeks old. The ultimate stand-off. “He’s talented, thoughtful, wants to know if he is affectionate enough for you. He doesn’t want to make a mistake or look ridiculous.” That makes me laugh. He seems to have no trouble with looking ridiculous. He’s part clown. “He says pulling back or getting cast is stupid.” Good to know. He used to get cast. Guess he figured it out.

“He’s an old soul. He’s had 3 horse lives, one as a feral mustang, one as a ranch horse. He can be a schoolmaster horse in this life.” She went on, mentioning a few chiropractic and dental issues I should check out. I will. One was the reason he can’t back up quickly. Okay, I’ll pay attention to that; his back is always in slow motion.

“And he still wants to know if he’s affectionate enough for you. You didn’t answer his question.” Right. Well yes, but more’s always better!

There were several more questions asked and answered but when it was all said and done, there was no time I really thought, Wow, she’s talkin’ to my Dodger! I mean, how many teenage boys who hate their moms fussing over them yet demand their favorite foods be in the refrigerator at all times ever ask their moms if they’re being affectionate enough? Exactly. I rest my case.

I sure hope she wasn’t talking to some other Dodger. I know there’s one a few miles southwest of me, and she did seem rather directionally challenged at the start when I said he’s about 35 miles east of Seattle and she started asking me about the islands…