More on Wolves Who Speak Chinese

So yesterday I told you about Mac, who spoke Chinese and English as a pup and Nicki, my childhood poodle, who spoke Chinese, and Rocky, my current GSD who speaks only English as far as I know.

In addition to these Chinese connections, I have had a number of clients' dogs talk about China to me as well, telepathically, that is. When I talk to clients' animals, it is very different than what I was talking about in yesterday's post. This is done telepathically, often over great distances. I work from photographs and the it's the eyes in the photo that make the connection. The eyes are the window to the soul and immediately when a client emails me their animal's photo and I look at the eyes, the connection is there.

WORTH A THOUSAND WOOFS
Many animal communicators do not require a photo and it is not really necessary at all to establish a connection. Just talking with the client is a connection often sufficient for expanding that connection to their pet. But I prefer to work from photos because I am a bit lazy and because I am inundated with messages from animals all day long as it is and need to have a 'key' to identify exactly what is coming from where. Not many animal communicators deal with as many animals in a single day as I do and so this just helps me out.

When clients fill our the form with questions they would like to ask their animals, one of the most common question is 'have we been together before?' meaning in another life. This question is always tricky because often the client may not be ready for the response! Why might that be? And sometimes, the animal will volunteer this information without the client having asked for it.

One particular client comes to mind. A sweet lady whose golden retriever needed to exit this plane of existence at the end of a long, happy life. The question was when. Another common question is always, 'is there anything the pet wants to tell me?' Well in this case, what the golden retriever wanted to say was what he showed me, himself as a Chinese rice farmer thousands of years ago happily talking with another rice farmer (the client). After a number of dogs had showed me themselves as having been Chinese dogs or people, I started wondering what is all this about dogs and China. And then I saw that show I mentioned yesterday called The History of Dogs which explained how dogs first evolved from wolves in China.

SOUL LINKING THROUGH VARIOUS FORMS
So that explained all the dogs telling me they were from China. But how long ago was this? And if they were rice farmers back then (when?), why were they dogs now? Some of them said they were travelling in soul groups and that our human ancestors will sometimes purposely reincarnate as a pet of their progeny to help guide and protect them. These souls groups, or families, really, seem to be held together by the fact that we are our ancestors and in some cases, we are the shattered glass shards of our ancestors. That is to say, as the Tibetan Buddhists believe, one soul can split into three upon reincarnation, those three parts being body, speech and mind. So if you start with a distant ancestor who splits into three and then later on down the road, one of those three splits into three, etc., you end up with a soul group.

And sometimes the soul groups can only stay together in roundabout kind of ways. Short-lived encounters like having a beloved pet that only is with us for 10 or so years is still an effective way to keep a soul group together and our dog friends often have herding instincts that make them want to do this.

MY DOG, MYSELF
So some of our dogs could be our great grandfathers and mothers. And cats too. And some of our cats our are previous dogs. For instance, the little Chinese-speaking brown poodle I spoke of yesterday, Nicki, is now my orange tabby cat, Rusty. But I will talk about my experience with learning this another time. For today, I am just focusing on dogs who we have been with before, in previous lives when they were people and we were people and previous lives when they were dogs and so were we.

And tomorrow I will talk about my great red dog, Wolfgang, and the lives we shared before and the original soul ancestor we shared whom we both encountered together during a daylight, mystical moment that bridged tens of thousands of years. What a day that was! One I shall never forget and a pair of eyes whose soul staring back at me was the original source of my own.

Bilingual Dogs, DNA, and the Slow Boat From China

When I was about 14 or 15, I used to pet sit a friend's dog when they went on vacation. The dog's name was Cindy and she was a pound puppy, a nondescript, yellow dog. She was a nice enough dog. She didn't ask much of me and I would often take a nap on the couch after walking her to cool down from the summer heat. During one nap, I had a dream about a little brown-haired boy who was mute and coming to live with our family and be my new little brother. He was waving to me from an ocean liner coming from China but he was not Chinese looking. He looked like he might be my brother. In the dream, his name was Nicky.

Later that summer, my mother's poodle passed on and she decided to get another one. We all drove up to a breeder who bred nearly all chocolate poodles. My mother wanted a chocolate one this time. On the way home in the car, she started tossing out ideas for names for him. I kept quiet and said nothing, which no doubt was agreeable to her. She settled on Pere Dominique and announced, "We'll call him Nicky for short." I had my new little brown, mute brother from my dream! But the part about coming on the slow boat from China was not clear to me yet.

The Chinese Connection
As Nicki grew through his puppyhood, he would make funny little sounds which my mother said sounded like he was speaking Chinese! It did indeed sound just like that! Of course I didn't know any Chinese or I could have tried to see what he might be saying. So that seemed to explain the part about the slow boat from China. But there was to be more. Just a few months ago, I was watching a new show on PBS called, "The History of Dogs." In the show, geneticists travelled the world taking DNA samples from hundreds of different breeds of dogs, as many as they could find, to trace the common ancestor of the dog much like humanity's common ancestor was traced to one woman in Africa.

The common ancestor of the dog, it turned out, was Chinese! They also discussed a new theory about how wolves evolved into dogs within one human lifetime, which they now know thanks to this DNA analysis. That theory is that dogs evolved from wolves who raided garbage dumps on the outskirts of Chinese towns. BARFers should note that this would make rice a biologically appropriate food, though it would have to be cooked to simulate the conditions that this evolution took place under!

Then I grew up and forgot about how my poodle had spoken Chinese until I adopted a pound puppy four years ago and named him Macintosh. He is a gorgeous collie/pointer mix. Actually, we just got his DNA Canine Heritage test back today which showed collie/shetland sheepdog as the only markers and in the secondary category. As a puppy, he made the same sounds like he was speaking Chinese and revivifed my memory of the previous Chinese-speaking puppy. However, there was a twist this time. He also spoke English.

Pardon Me, Do You Have Any Grey Poupon?
Once, standing outside a bedroom door, he started to make his Chinese sounds and then they became more and more English sounding and then he said in a very heavy accent but clear enough, "I wanna go in there."! Well at that point in time, I was already practicing professional animal communication and the idea that my puppy was actually enunciating English words out loud was not something that seemed totally bizarre to me. In fact, I have known for a long time the wonderful reality that truth is so very much stranger than fiction that I simply have no use for fiction and find it rather predictable. We'd had a beautiful white collie years ago, Lolly, who had said quite clearly to us, "herro!" one morning after we said 'hello' to her.

But that was all that Macintosh, "Mac" (yes named after my favorite computer) said in English. He did continue to speak Chinese for a while but eventually this faded away and was replaced by the coonhound-type baying of a pointer. And so we didn't have any talking dogs again for awhile. That is until tonight.

Enter the Germans
Rocky is a 22 month old German Shepherd puppy, that's him in the picture on my profile there. He came to live with us only about 6 weeks ago. His littermate, Jessie, came to live with us back in January and you'll be hearing plenty about her as she is my new heart connection to the Universe. My heart is equally available to all the animals in my charge, but for some of them, they are living entirely through and for my heart and that is Jessie. We are as close as Julie and Amaroq. Now Rocky and I have had to keep each other at arm's length because Jessie is jealous and right now that translates into bite wounds, one from which Rocky is healing at the moment.

As I prepared to leave with Jessie tonight for her positive reinforcement class, I realized I would have to crate Rocky. He is so hyper and I knew he'd be so strung out from Jessie leaving that he would be better off sitting safely in his crate. As I locked him up, he howled in a tortured, high-pitched voice. It's hard to translate into the written word, but it sounded something like 'i row ruh oo, i row ruh oo, i row ruh oo!' and became more and more high pitched until the words became clear, "I doan luh yoo, I doan luh yoo, I doan luh you" over and over as if to scold me for leaving.

Flashbacks to the Dragon
This reminded me of Chopin the cockatoo who once said the same thing to me when he was scared but of course being a parrot, he spoke it perfectly, "I don't love you!" Because of course, if you leave, then they won't love you or this is what they'll tell themselves to comfort themselves and what they'll tell you to get a little revenge.

Then much later this evening, I was sitting at dinner with my husband in the kitchen with the windows open and the cool evening air floating in. Jessie and Rocky were in their room with the windows open to but they were crated, on 'time out' for having played a little too rough. Through the window, I heard the high pitched howl of Rocky again vociferating his displeasure with me and speaking the words, in English, "I don't love you," this time berating me for having crated him.

So Mac is bilingual and speaks both English and Chinese, I wonder if Rocky might also know German being a German Shepherd. I will let you know! I can tell you while he is still in this puppy stage, and using positive reinforcement, I'm going to try and get him to do some more talking. Can't hurt to try.