Here’s What Happened When I — A Self-Proclaimed Pragmatist — Called An Animal Communicator

No more than three minutes into my first animal communication session, I realized I’d already committed a major faux pas. “Did you tell D that we’d be talking?” the communicator, a middle aged woman with a chipper, southern accent asked me.

I chewed on this for a minute. No, I had not told my horse, D, that on Thursday, he would be “chatting” with an animal communicator. I wasn’t even sure how I would. Should I have telepathically told him, like Mr. Spock? Or physically told him, told him? In either case, I hadn’t.

When I relayed my omission, there was an audible pause on the other end of the line. “Usually owners are with their horses, or if not, they’ll let the horse know to expect my call,” the communicator told me. “If he’s not responsive, we’ll refund the money and try again another time,” she continued. “Is D in his stall now, do you think?”

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Article written by: Nina Fedrizzi