So there it is, I've laid it out for you. That's where I officially have landed in my life. Dog psychics.
Things go a little sideways and you find yourself on the phone with a housewife in Florida who specializes in canine communication. It's an easy leap when you're falling apart.
My favorite thing about her is that she doesn't put on a big show. She doesn't deepen her voice or mumble around, she just chats in a real "we're just two gals having some cheap Zin on the porch" kind of way. Real sing songy. And that's what makes me buy what she's selling.
Here's the truth, when someone says psychic, someone else says, lame. But Brenda (that's her name, don't wear it out) has made me feel better about things. She really has. She's listened to me and let me cry and ask weird questions and she's never laughed. Not even once. Plus, she seems to know things about my dog that I thought only I knew.
And in the end, and most importantly, she gave me peace. She gave me peace at a time when I needed it most.
And for that I thank her and I always will. Brenda, my Floridian dog psychic, she's the real deal.