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Pinot, the Renaissance Dog (True story, as told to an Animal Communicator)

Pinot, the Renaissance Dog (True story, as told to an Animal Communicator)

Kara the Animal Communicator

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My name is Pinot, and like the dark, rich wine, I am smooth and perfect. I have come to appreciate animal communicators, because they make my job of getting what I want much easier.

I am made of sunshine, giggles and farts. I am an old soul in a dog body

I am made of sunshine, giggles and farts. I am an old soul in a dog body, and I use eons of lifetimes of learned charm to regularly make my man and lady laugh until they hurt because I am so confident and slick, in my compact black French Bulldog package. Being a well-loved dog is my reward for other good deeds!

I live with my English Bulldog friend named Mac. Sometimes he gets a little envious of me, because I am Rat Pack/Frank Sinatra cool. He is fun and likes to make people laugh, but I am naturally debonair. I command a room with my cocked head and my serious stare. They don’t really know that I actually hypnotize people into giving me what I want, while I lean and grunt and nudge my way into their hearts. Wink, wink!

Joan had put away my best blanket, and I had to tell the pet psychic they needed to find “my best blue and green comforter.” I was very happy when they dug it out that day, and I sit on it all the time. I am getting old and I have trouble walking, but I asked for a baby carriage, and boy, has that ever been a blast. I can still smell, go to the beach, pant, and make people laugh, but my legs don’t hurt while I do it.

One month ago, I was very sick, and Joan and Paddy called Kara again. Was it time, they asked? Kara felt the pressure around my heart and lungs, but I told her I wasn’t going anywhere for a while, and if there were more meds, I’d take ‘em. But that day, I got worse and the vet said likely lung cancer, and left me with Joan in a waiting room, deciding what to do.

Kara talked to me again, and told Joan she would know when it was time, because I would look at her in a very deliberate way, but I wanted to go home, and I wanted to eat great food, homemade for me.

Today, it has been a month and a day, and I am still as cool as a cucumber. I may not be walking much, but I enjoy my meals, I like giggles, and farts, and Joan says she is changing my name to Lazarus. Haha!

It ain’t my time yet, gents. But when it is, I will put on my tails and my top hat and swagger over the Rainbow Bridge. It’s been a fantastic life.

For an animal communication reading, contact kara@petseyeview.com or call 949-282-3506.

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